I was in a place that I could not name
I was on my own, lost upon my way
to a place I'd never seen before
And the path was long and the moon hung low
when I heard a voice on the radio
The golden sigh of a broke heart singer
Sometimes the pauper is the poet
Sometimes the fool is wise
Sometimes the joker seems to know it
He was in a place that he tried to name
just an orphan child in the pouring rain
with a heart so old it was made by angels
In his tower room writing holy songs
that were so beautiful the devil sang along
His spirit soared above the weeper
Sometimes the blossom breaks its branches
Sometimes the angels cry
Sometimes your father is a phantom
I didn't know you
before they hung you from your halo
But somehow I knew you couldn't
last for long, save for song
So if you're in a place that you cannot name
and you're all alone, lost upon your way
to a place you've never seen before
If your path seems long and the moon is low
You might hear the voice of some holy ghost
It's the golden sigh of the broke heart singer
Sometimes the silence is not golden
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
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This album….i swear to Alah and any god out there, it changed my world. Jonathan Bree is stitched to my heart forever including my partner’s heart as well. I hum to this album so often. Incredible masterpiece. Thank you Jonathan💙 Melody Nelson 2000
Occult psych-folk in the '70s U.K. tradition that further affirms the historical link between Appalachian and British folk songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2019