[spoken]
lord i lived in the valley and the wind was so sweet and nothing could move me
out of my window you could see right across the valley
i took to travel and found myself flying across the great clay land
and everywhere you lay your hand the lakebed turned to sand
moved to the city where i tumbled and turned and the world lived me by
you'd wake in the morning and look out your window and couldn't see a reason why
couldn't walk off i had planted myself and all the money went dry
and now you know why the grass is greener on the other side
lord i lived in the valley and the wind was so sweet and nothing could move me
[sung]
lord i lived in the valley
and the wind was so sweet
and nothing could move me
But a chorus rose: Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Composer and multi-instrumentalist Robert Stillman takes a magnifying glass to American self-image on his latest avant-garde work. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2022
Recordings from the last 13 years of Buffalo, NY's avant-garde collective Cages, ranging from surreally beautiful to deeply unsettling. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019