Prairie Fire was written as part of the Telephone Monologue experiment session in Basements - tossing a dark prairie storyline with tones of Willa Cather between script and song like that ol' whispered game Broken Telephone.
lyrics
Saw it in the sky like a neon storm
Watched it from the field
Father said it was God's fire
The flaming sword of Jophiel
Strike down the wicked
Bring them to their knees
We the righteous would see their bounty
And they sinful would burn hotter than a prairie fire
They say all a man has is his land
But my father also had a debt
Passed down like a family heirloom
And he also had an anger
My mother could see it
Though she didn't turn around to his finger on the trigger
As she walked out the door
His eyes were burning like a prairie fire
If fire is a sign of God's Glory
(Then) we were living in the light of the holy
Burning bank letters
A smoking gun
Just one shot to make the officer run
Propane seeping into the floorboards
Lumber piled up against the front door
The photos curled inside their frames
As my father held me down against the flames
When they pulled me out
They wouldn't let me watch
As the house turned to cinder
But when the fields went up
I saw the sky dance red and gold
from the prairie fire.
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023
Everything Shawn William Clarke does is pretty. Pretty guitar playing, vocals, songwriting, and with this album, a lovely sonic landscape. Perfect music for drinking your morning coffee while gazing out the window. Track 1 is the most calming and hopeful music I've heard in a really long time. Bet Smith