Oh Mr. Blackberry, you and your guilty thorns
Why you gotta hurt me so bad
I cut you down but then, you just grow right back in
You are the worst I’ve ever had
Oh Mr. Blackberry, you and your devious vines
You just keep crawling up my house
I cannot seem to find, a place you don’t entwine
I’m lucky if I even get out
I wish you’d find another yard to lay your damage in
I thought I made it perfectly clear
You are not welcome here
Oh Mr. Blackberry, my hands are red with blood
Trying to rip you out of the ground
You lay your roots deep, like an anchored boat at sea
I think my strength is giving out
If you don’t find another place to lay your weapons down
I’ll light the fire and watch you burn
And laugh as into ash you turn
The sweetness of the harmony and beauty of the tracks made me have to purchase this album. The vocals float like ethereal sprites with compelling warmness yet a certain captivating sadness as well. This is what Americana should sound like... this is what country should sound like... for it's so real and emotionally delivered... yet absolutely gorgeous. theexplodingogre
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023
The Oh Hellos have come to hold a very special place in my heart, not just in this album, but in others as well. Hello My Old Heart was one of the first songs I ever heard by them, and it's been a treasured journey listening to them ever since. ladyoforion