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THE REVIEW
"There Is No-One What Will Take Care Of You" is one of the most beautiful and important debuts of the nineties.
The Palace Brothers are one of the best bands on the American alternative scene of the last twenty years, a band behind which hides one of the most gifted songwriters ever: Will Oldham.
Right from this first album, his compositions take hold with all their strength: among folk ballads and country songs, Oldham constructs a fantastic and timeless album, an album that has songs like muddy roads, perpetually haunted by menacing winds, winds that carry the verb of Woody Guthrie's dusty ballads.
Songs that feed on shadows, marginalized songs that curse and swear. Cursed verses for a howling voice in search of ecstasy, now along the fiery roads of hell, then along the gold-paved streets of paradise.
Sacred and profane playing at exchanging roles and painting desolate scenarios of tragicomic sadness.
Mystical visions are paired with incestuous ones, saints and whores before the throne of God to reveal the blinding light of their souls and the terrifying darkness of their minds.
The songs and their characters wander along the lost highway of Hank Williams, aware that no one will take care of them.
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There Is No-One What Will Take Care Of You is a standout debut from the Palace Brothers, showcasing Will Oldham’s exceptional songwriting. The album blends folk ballads and country songs with a timeless, haunting quality. It evokes imagery inspired by Woody Guthrie and explores themes of despair, ecstasy, and mystical visions. The album is praised as one of the best in the American alternative scene of the last twenty years.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
05 (I Was Drunk at the) Pulpit (03:51)
I was drunk at the pulpit, I knew it was wrong
And I left in mid-sermon tempted by a bar-house song
The pews creaked and shifted as they turned to watch me leave
And I pulled a little bottle from the pocket in my sleeve
The sunlight was stronger to my church-dark widened eyes
Than the light which had blinded me with Christ's own half-lies
Yes mid-sunday morning, my old playmates sat
Round a stumble stained table, Christopher spat
And he kicked out a chair and showed me to sit
Then they started back singing in that shit-smelling pit
They were grinning and dribbling with comforted heads
Their wives were in church or at home and in beds
Well I sucked down a cupful and God shone within
In a red earthen mask, and I saw where I'd been was a palace of sin.
Let them abstain on unbucking high horses
Poor wooden structures which merely eye courses
That these log heads run just to find some respite
In the whiskey-induced holy unending night
Yes I thought I saw new light, the black one which dimmed
The bleach garments with which mingled pee on stained rims
Oh the church songs they paled next to this fiery chorus
Composed from a living depth especially for us
There were arms linked in sympathy, gilded the glaring
Of these bloated companions, who hid 'neath their swearing
Some need for another, kin to brother lust,
Which coarse words and music, was faith and less trust
Yes I saw a dependence, an inherent weakness
Within walls which hid sunlight and hindered all frankness
That floor there supported what souls couldn't stand
On their own in their own eyes, to hint they are men
Who are slave to their vision but to that alone
Yes each of them cloistered fear of being alone
Wherever folks gather, to imply a rule,
They are each one a sinner, each one a fool
For if I drink my whiskey, and if I sing a song
I have no breast companion, a-trailing along
To imagine a sharing of burdens I earned
To steal from the embers i strove so to burn
God is one's corpus, and Jesus one's blood
The world is within you, without is of mud...
Palace Brothers
Will Oldham is an American singer-songwriter who has recorded under names including Palace Brothers, Palace Music and Bonnie 'Prince' Billy.02 Reviews
