She’s working hard to make some sense/But she ain’t got a dime. -Tyler Childers “Charleston Girl”
When you lay me in the cold, hard clay/Won’t you sing those hymns while the banjo plays? -Tyler Childers, “Whitehouse Road”
Fire and a flood There’s power in the blood Of every little lamb: Wonder-working power. – mewithoutYou [Doormouse Sighs]
Let me die in the country that I love the most. – Colter Wall
Time will fill the rubbish yards, the hospitals, the funeral yard, but neither time nor I will hold your nineteen-eighty-five Chernobyl heart. -mewithoutYou
Put music to our troubles, and we’ll dance them away. -mewithoutYou, “The Ghost”
The Wind That Shakes the Barley Emerald Road Yours truly on the flute, mucking things up with harmonies.