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Visitor

by John Moreland

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By now we all know how this goes A digital mirage of home Candy apples painted chrome I’m praying we can walk the wire And keep our feet above the fire The news keeps steady coming in Our condition shows its teeth again A nightmare we all thought would end How far is it gonna go? Do we really wanna know? Souls are filling up the streets Burning with a holy heat But we don’t grieve, and we don’t rest We just choose the lie that feels the best So leave the banners at half mast Until nature takes them down at last The future, it is coming fast The future, it is coming fast
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There’s a gentle violence Miles of silence Separating You and me Crystal and covered In the arms of a mother I’m a child who cannot flutter myself free Sons and daughters Of rising waters Hell is hotter So they say Maybe we’ll find out When our time’s out We keep living by the sword Will we live another day? Sometimes lately I think of you leaving Would my heart stop beating? Would I know to cry? My mind is storming Three in the morning We are two warring nations And we don’t remember why So while we revel On ground unlevel We give our devils A place to hide We’re suicidal Flags and false idols And god’s own precious guns Won’t ever turn back the tide
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One man holds the world hostage For his petty satisfaction To watch the chain reaction While he makes a redaction One man holds the world hostage To satisfy a sickness While the rest of us bear witness He’ll say it’s only business Why do I keep feeling Like we’ve been this way before Why do I keep feeling Like a soldier in a holy war That I never signed up for One man holds the world hostage Cause he’s afraid of his feelings And he’s a fraud when he’s dealing No telling what he’s concealing One man holds the world hostage Bulletproof and big as Jesus Gonna do just what he pleases Til it’s all torn to pieces One man holds the world hostage Preaching to his choir Pouring gas on the fire The situation’s getting dire
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The more you say, the less it means Living in the in betweens In between the gold and blue In between the world and you In between’s where you were born With all your little heartstrings torn There’s nothing wrong with in between The more you say, the less it means Some folks stay and some folks go Some folks say and some folks know The distance between then and now Is gonna catch you anyhow Hold me near, I’ve traveled far Collapsing like a lonely star Now there’s nothing left but smithereens The more you say, the less it means In between the gold and blue In between the world and you The world that made a great big hole In the middle of your mortal soul And now you’re throwing punches at the moon Crying, cause it ends too soon Oh lord, another tragic scene The more you say, the less it means The more you say, the less it means
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Home from the hospital In the grey mist of morning The pain is pouring and pulling you under Written into a story That’s become a bloody bar fight Heavier than god’s own holy thunder Well, it’s alright No we can’t control the daylight So we rush right in like a wrecking ball Will the heavens catch us when we fall? I’m a Louisville slugger Aimed for the fences While my oldest defenses keep me down I give my confession Without disgrace or discretion I will torch the kingdom outright, just to hold the crown But, it’s alright No we can’t command the moonlight So we rush right in like a wrecking ball Will the heavens catch us when we fall? We writhe in agony For our precious little legacy Love and mercy Gasoline and matches You say you’ve got a few bridges left to burn And the flickering flame Is asking me a question I can’t find the lesson to be learned But, it’s alright No we can’t control the daylight Well, it’s alright No we can’t command the moonlight So we rush right in like a wrecking ball Will the heavens catch us when we fall?
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Blue dream Carolina, remind me why I do this Tell me what the truth is, don’t tell me who to be I don’t have to tell you this life is plenty painful Here comes my fallen angel, falling down on me These days you go slower, slower than you used to The current coming through you is gonna get released Why don’t you surrender? What’s it to a killer? Wearing all your wounds, you’re as salty as the sea I been feeling fucked up, guess I always have been Couldn’t let it happen, I couldn’t leave it be Blue dream Carolina, you’re carried in the wind now Your soul is paper thin now, but it doesn’t have to be Blue dream Carolina, remind me why I do this Tell me what the truth is, don’t tell me who to be I don’t have to tell you this life is plenty painful Here comes my fallen angel, falling down on me You’re carried in the wind now, your soul is paper thin now Hey there fallen angel, you can fall on me
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Lord send down a heavenly rain Pixels bleeding in my brain Silver sliver in the sky I’m in love with you and I don’t know why The well’s been dry since 2015 Baptize me in a digital stream You gotta go where there’s work that pays Digital souls in digital praise Now I take small steps like you told me to But I don’t know what I’m gonna do I couldn’t change what people say So I went and gave it all away 33rd west is the Creek County line I got a grass fire going in the back of my mind Kicking up smoke, kicking up tears Kicking up joy, kicking up fear There’s a world of beauty, there’s a world of shit There’s a world at the end of my fingertip A digital balm for an analog bruise Which world do I choose?
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Good morning midnight We might not sleep until daylight But there ain’t much I can do about it No, there ain’t much I can do about it now Some hearts are stone, some hearts are clay Some hearts looks better from far away But there ain’t much I can do about it No, there ain’t much I can do about it now Can you hear the bells a ringing? Yes, it all comes down to that pendulum swinging Living in a town I don’t recognize The old one disappeared before my eyes There ain’t much I can do about it No, there ain’t much I can do about it now Some days you’re gonna have to shed a tear Some days you’re swinging from the chandelier Well there ain’t much I can do about it No, there ain’t much I can do about it now Some people go, some people stay Turns out you’re gonna hurt either way And there ain’t much I can do about it No, there ain’t much I can do about it now
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No Time 03:28
Covered up in rain Far from where we came From where our troubles were tomorrow Praying for some grace A song you couldn’t place Tonight your melody is ringing hollow Looking for a clue To tell you what to do Looking for the pages to be turning Look and you shall find A time bomb in your mind And child, it’s gonna set your world a burning But I don’t have the time I don’t have the time to cry Now it’s all a blur They told you who you were And you had not the words to argue You drew a heavy line A knot you can’t unwind Now when the morning comes, who are you? I don’t have the time I don’t have the time to cry The future’s coming fast Neck deep in the past Don’t miss the moments while they’re passing The clock will surely call Empires all will fall My love for you is everlasting
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Visitor 04:34
There was a time I thought I could make the pain stop I ran every way but forward, I made a flood out of a rain drop And you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking bout you Well you still got your nostalgia, and I got my wandering mind I am a visitor Everywhere I go, I am a visitor Well I don’t need much But a healing touch I am a visitor The city’s getting bigger, while the world is getting smaller I made a ransom note to heaven, I made a dime out of a dollar And my half measures, well they thrashed me half to death So you just hang on to your half truths cause I got enough regrets I am a visitor Everywhere I’ve been, I am a visitor Well I don’t need much But a healing touch I am a visitor Times are anything but kind I’ve been dreaming like there’s Something there of meaning I could find But lost and found, round and round I go Doing every bit I can with what little bit I know I am a visitor I’ve been stoned and scared of my reflection I can see your shifty smirk from the depths of my depression But I will not be your puppet or your payment Your easy entertainment, for I’ve made amends to me I am a visitor On this lonely earth, I am a visitor Well I don’t need much But a healing touch I am a visitor

about

After an impressive 2010s run of albums that earned him a devoted fanbase, accolades from outlets like The New York Times, Fresh Air, and Pitchfork, and a place in the upper echelon of modern Americana singer-songwriters, John Moreland has already taken two unexpected turns this decade, both of which highlight his fierce artistic independence. First, he released a brilliant and sonically layered folk-electronica meditation on modern alienation, 2022’s Birds In The Ceiling, that took some of his fans by surprise. Then, after wrapping up a difficult tour behind that record in November 2022, he stopped working entirely. He took an entire year off from playing shows and didn’t use a smartphone for 6 months. “At the end of that year, I was just like ‘Nobody call me’. I needed to not do anything for a while and just process,” Moreland says. After nearly a decade in the limelight, constantly jostled by the expectations of his audience, the music industry, and anonymous strangers online, he carved out some time to rest, heal, and reflect for the first time.

The result of that unplugged year at home is 2024’s Visitor, a folk-rock record that is intimate, immediate, deeply thoughtful, and catchy as hell. Moreland recorded the album at his home in Bixby, Oklahoma, in only ten days, playing nearly every instrument himself (his wife Pearl Rachinsky sang on one song, and his longtime collaborator John Calvin Abney contributed a guitar solo), as well as engineering and mixing the album. “Simplicity and immediacy felt very important to the process,” he says.

This is a return to the approach Moreland took on his breakthrough albums, 2013’s In The Throes and 2015’s High On Tulsa Heat, both of which were largely self-recorded at home with a small cadre of additional musicians. Echoes of these early albums can be heard on Visitor (Moreland makes a passing reference to In The Throes’ opening track “I Need You To Tell Me Who I Am” in two different songs on Visitor), which finds Moreland shutting out the noisy world outside, and the even noisier digital world in his pocket, to reconnect with a muse that’s had to increasingly compete for his attention in the intervening years. Visitor charts his journey back to this muse. If Birds In The Ceiling’s theme was alienation, Visitor’s theme is un-alienation.

Moreland begins the album where he began his year-long process of healing: doomscrolling past images of political turmoil, war, and environmental destruction, in a trio of surprisingly hooky folk songs that address present-day social realities more directly than any previous John Moreland songs. On opening track “The Future Is Coming Fast”, Moreland describes the perpetually logged-on life in a time of rolling catastrophe over gentle fingerpicking: “The news keeps steady coming in / Our condition shows its teeth again / A nightmare we all thought would end.”

In the bridge of that song, Moreland lands on a key couplet that captures the personal toll of living inside a perpetual cycle of digital bleakness, while also hinting at a way out: “But we don’t grieve, and we don’t rest / We just choose the lie that feels the best.” In order to cope with our digitally mediated lives, where we constantly bear witness to ongoing disasters while feeling powerless to do anything about them, we must walk around in a persistent state of denial. We repress feelings and lie to ourselves continuously. This status quo is, of course, antithetical to
the conditions that produce transcendent works of art. For an artist with ambitions like Moreland’s, this is a big problem.

An infinite feed filled with bad news isn’t the only thing that’s been keeping Moreland from processing his emotions. Ironically, a busy career as a touring musician can prevent you from doing the deep self-reflection so necessary to the creative process just as much as a smartphone can. On “No Time”, Moreland sings “Now it’s all a blur / They told you who you were,” followed by the chorus line, “I don’t have the time to cry”. In the bridge of “Will The Heavens Catch Us?”, Moreland describes how painful it can feel to focus exclusively on chasing success - often by following rules set down by others - without taking the time to process one’s emotions, reflect, and heal: “We writhe in agony / For our precious little legacy”. No wonder Moreland needed a break.

So what’s Moreland’s solution to this impasse? The first step is the same one that Henry David Thoreau posed in Walden, another work about an artist intentionally isolating with the purpose of pursuing a deeper truth: “Simplify, simplify, simplify”. No shows for a whole year. No smartphone. No studio time. No additional musicians. Strip things away and let inspiration emerge. On a musical level, the result is a raw, straightforward sound. Moreland leaves a lot of space in these songs. To hammer home the folk immediacy, he includes some new-for-him instrumentation, most prominently on two haunting instrumental interludes that he tracked live with a field recorder during late-night country drives. (Who knew that, on top of everything else, Moreland plays the mandolin and fiddle?) The result is that, when Moreland sings “The more you say, the less it means” on the track of that title, it has the feeling of being a sort of personal mantra.

By doing all of that simplifying, Moreland creates space to invite the muse back in - a process that he narrates in a pair of gorgeous invocations that kick off Side Two of the album, “Blue Dream Carolina” and “Silver Sliver” (the latter of which was also tracked live with a field recorder). He begins the side with what is perhaps the record’s most poignant verse:

Blue dream Carolina, remind me why I do this
Tell me what the truth is, don’t tell me who to be
I don’t have to tell you this life is plenty painful
Here comes my fallen angel, falling down on me

By the end of this verse, his muse, his “fallen angel”, has returned to him, now a little worse for the wear. And by the end of the album, Moreland even seems to have resolved some of the internal struggles that led to his year off the road, as is revealed in a fiery couplet that signals his recommitment to a relentless pursuit of the truth: “I will not be your puppet or your payment / Your easy entertainment, for I’ve made amends to me.” Moreland has grieved and rested and come out on the other side with a new world-weariness and hard-won wisdom.

But there is another path he could have taken. On his Petty-esque ode to despair “One Man Holds The World Hostage”, Moreland cleverly leaves the identity of the “one man” in question open. He could be one of any number of the men currently endangering humanity, whether it’s a world leader with access to nuclear weapons, an oil CEO pursuing ever-greater profits in spite of the threat posed by climate change, or just an average Joe with hate in his heart. But all of these “one men” have something in common. As Moreland sings, “One man holds the world hostage ‘cause he’s afraid of his feelings”. This is the line that unifies the album’s social commentary with the personal journey that Moreland describes. The denial and avoidance that most of us rely on to cope with the relentless speed and noise of modern life are, if allowed to fester, also the source of our greatest dangers. If we don’t work through our shit, Moreland suggests, we all have the potential to turn to the dark side. Moreland’s narration of his journey back to his muse is more than a simple anecdote, then. The steps that he took - simplify your life, then listen to that deep and quiet voice inside of you long and hard - form a road map for all of us toward some sort of healing, not just for ourselves individually, but potentially for society as a whole.

John Moreland is known for writing lines that hit you in the gut, but many of the best moments on Visitor are more subtle. The significance of one of the record’s best lines, from “The More You Say, The Less It Means,” may take multiple listens to fully sink in: “Some folks say and some folks know”. This line sums up John Moreland’s worldview very neatly. It lays out the dichotomy of truth and lies that Moreland has spent his entire career examining, but now more elegantly than ever. On the one hand, there are people who constantly talk (or sing, or write, or post online) without deep thought or reflection - often irresponsibly, even dangerously, and for personal gain. These are the “weary worn-out fools” and “famous false prophets” he lambasted on In The Throes, or the subject of “One Man Holds The World Hostage” on Visitor. And on the other hand, there are folks who know - those who commit themselves to the pursuit of truth and wisdom, and who only say things when they fully know them to be true. In Moreland’s book, the artist’s true calling is to be one of the latter - the “folks who know”. While John Moreland has already earned a spot in the pantheon of the great singer-songwriters of his generation, Visitor confirms his place in that much loftier Hall Of Fame.

credits

released April 5, 2024

John Moreland - all instruments and vocals, except for the following:

John Calvin Abney - lead acoustic guitar on “The More You Say, The Less It Means”

Pearl Rachinsky - backup vocals on “Ain’t Much I Can Do About It”

Recorded August 19 - September 5, 2023 by John Moreland and Pearl Rachinsky, at home in Oklahoma

“Silver Sliver” recorded at Beggs Telephone Co, Beggs, OK

“Sobo Interlude” recorded at E 18th St and S Boston Ave, Tulsa, OK

“Bixhoma Interlude” recorded at Lake Bixhoma Park, Bixby, OK

Mixed by John Moreland
Mastered by John Baldwin, Nashville, TN

Produced by John Moreland

All Songs written by John Moreland (FTWSNGS / BMI)

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John Moreland Tulsa, Oklahoma

John Moreland doesn’t have the answers, and he’s not sure anyone does. But he’s still curious, basking in the comfort of a question, and along the way, those of us listening feel moved to ask our own. “I don’t ever want to sound like I have answers, because I don’t,” he says. “These
songs are all questions. Everything I write is just trying to figure stuff out.”
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