magoski
morning's mistakes
like little earthquakes
not getting the attention
that history says they should, I
sat next to you in a taxi
long time ago. Called you Mr. Buffalo
not knowing
maybe that's why
you smiled
maybe even
giggled;
funny,
'cause words are your thing
making honey
of the later afternoon
dust isn't any different than
making honey from the
noon time dust or the 6 am quiet
it's just in the late afternoon
we're closer to truth
is
your
smile
Jacqueline🖤
Grant always delivers! Poetic and profound song writing. Warm and catchy as hell melodies. He consistently speaks truth to chaos and in the most eloquent and heartfelt of ways. This album is an album of favorites!
Favorite track: Little Men.
In a breath, you are in so deep
That you can’t keep silent
Tens of thousands clash
Like we never have
We’re learning the word defiance
Defiance
A fuse has been lit
Nothing lesser than emancipation
Baby there’s no sweeter song
Little men who want to rule like Caesar
Can’t hold the tide off for long
Like a switch that’s thrown
A sudden jolt
All over the world it’s quaking
We’ll slip the last shackle
The world isn’t theirs for taking
Nothing lesser than emancipation
Baby there’s no sweeter song
Little men who want to rule like Caesar
Can’t hold the tide off for long
Days are numbered
Any person will go
With their back on the wall
Knock ‘em down and she’ll come back again
Waving her flag in the face of it all
Nothing lesser than emancipation
Baby there’s no sweeter song
Little men who want to rule like Caesar
Can’t hold the tide off for long
Nothing lesser than emancipation
Baby there’s no sweeter song
Baby there’s no sweeter song
Baby there’s no sweeter song
Freezing rain, freezing wind
Will the frozen ground thaw out again?
Keep a candle close
You never know when you may need it
Anyone who’s looking out the window
Sees a place they can’t predict
Strange days have begun
I wouldn’t be stunned
If the moon leapt out of the heavens
Or the sea swallowed the sun
The strangest of days
Did you make it through the night okay
Choosing not to sing of doom
I try hard to push such thoughts away
Me, I like a cheerful tune
One that I might whistle by the grave
In all my years, I’ve never heard
So many sidewalk prophets on the airwaves
Strange days have begun
I wouldn’t be stunned
If the moon leapt out of the heavens
Or the sea swallowed the sun
The strangest of days
Did you make it through the night okay
Estonkon cukhayvtikv
Oh my love
Did you make it through the night okay
And when the Northern Lights
Shone their glory down for all to see
I watched the colors of the sky
Turn from pink to green
You think you’ve seen it all
Well, you ain’t seen anything
Strange days have begun
I wouldn’t be stunned
If it all broke out into bedlam
Or the sea swallowed the sun
The strangest of days
Did you make it through the night okay
Estonkon cukhayvtikv
Oh my love
Did you make it through the night okay
Oh my love
Oh my love
It brings out the nervousness in me
This talk of the future
And all of it moving at light speed
Too much to devour
Pray that we make it in one piece
But who are we fooling
A fire that keeps a nation warm
Or it’s undoing
And we are closer tonight
Closer than ever
We are closer tonight
The touch of a finger
Arrows that fly across the sea
Eyeing the hour
A magic that we don’t dare repeat
The trick of unraveling
Driverless cars on Market Street
Around every corner
But what is to stop us before
We turn on each other
We are closer tonight
Closer than ever
We are closer tonight
The touch of a finger
We are closer tonight
Closer than ever
We are closer tonight
Closer than ever
We are closer tonight
The touch of a finger
We are closer tonight
Closer to heaven
What a friendless place it’s become
Senseless, ask anyone
Hard to believe, the one that you know
Will be different tomorrow
Love to make a fool of us
On the schoolyard again
Oh, the world is full of bullies
You just can’t give in to them
Spat on by boys on the bus
Says to you, who can I trust
Spit in your hair, heart in your throat
Will be different tomorrow
Love to make a fool of us
On the schoolyard again
Oh, the world is full of bullies
You just can’t give in to them
Count the days till the summertime
Watch the hands on the clock
Time is liquid and cruel when you’re young
So slow it can stop
Love to make a fool of us
Like we’re back on the schoolyard again
Oh, the world is full of bullies
You just can’t give in
Love to make a fool of us
On the schoolyard again
Oh, the world is full of bullies
You just can’t give in to them
You just can’t give in to them
You just can’t give in
You just can’t give in to them
Worry’s a killer
A familiar kind
One that you welcome like a friend
Regret is a martyr that bleeds “what ifs”
And laments what might have been
Stories we tell
To ourselves
Stories, nothing else
That we’ll never be loved
Never enough
All those fairy tales
Over and over
My thoughts run wild
Overthinking is a curse
How many of us
World at our feet
And we only see the dirt
Stories we tell
To ourselves
Stories, nothing else
That we’ll never be loved
Never enough
All those fairy tales
Don’t go walking away
Don’t be afraid
None of this is writ in stone
So many fables, so much dread
The lines that we memorize
Works of fiction that fill our heads
And cloud our eyes
Stories we tell
To ourselves
Stories, nothing else
That we’ll never be loved
Never enough
All those fairy tales
That we’ll never be loved
Never enough
All those fairy tales
All those fairy tales
All those fairy tales
All those fairy tales
All those fairy tales
She’ll ask me, “What is wrong?”
And I’ll say nothing
Float out the window
Like a kite that’s gone and broke the string
And when I snag myself
Up on the power lines
She always finds a way to talk me down
Every time
She knows me too well
Foolish to try
Pulling the wool over her eyes
She’ll ask me what it is
That’s keeping me awake
A list of worries that I can’t keep hid
That I just can’t shake
Sometimes I’m full of doubt
My feet, unsure
When all the noise in me becomes too loud
To keep from her
She knows me too well
Foolish to try
Pulling the wool over her eyes
She knows me too well
Foolish to try
Pulling the wool over her eyes
I wish it came more easily
Easy would be nice
Making friends and keeping them
It’s hard enough to find
Someone
Someone
Someone who hurts like you
When you meet them on the day
This is no mistake
You recognize them instantly
Another heart that aches
Someone
Someone
Someone who hurts like you
All out of tears
Suspicious of kindness
Turned every stone
But you’ll know when you find them
And you’ll find them
Someone
Someone
Someone who hurts like you
Someone
Close my eyes when you kiss me
Nothing to fear
Lost in the moment
These moments, they turn into years
My temples have grayed
The world has grown old
But you haven’t changed
Bright as the day
No mistaking, this is love
No mistaking, this is love
What everyone is dreaming of
This is love
Whenever I’m with you
Time is a blur
Talk ‘til two in the morning
Never run out of words
In the blink of an eye
Watching the sun rise
How many times
No mistaking, this is love
No mistaking, this is love
What everyone is dreaming of
This is love
Some people go a long, long time
Half their life
You can feel surrounded and alone
Close my eyes when you kiss me
And you’ll do the same
We’ve got shelves full of history
More everyday
In the blink of an eye
The world has grown old
But you haven’t changed
Bright as the day
No mistaking, this is love
No mistaking, this is love
What everyone is dreaming of
This is love
Don’t be fooled
There are stars behind the clouds
Stars behind the stars
Don’t despair
There’s more than all of this
The horizon fools the eye, the way it vanishes
I can see it now
In days to come
All of these dark ages behind us
All behind us
Behind us
I’m not wise
Just lived a little while
I question more with every revolution
In the brief bar of silence
I listen for a heartbeat in the ruins
I can hear it now
In years to come
All of these dark ages behind us
All behind us
All behind
Oh, the die isn’t cast
We’re still throwing the bones
But the sand in the hourglass
Is awfully low
I can feel it now
In days to come
All of these dark ages behind us
All behind us
All behind
All behind
There was a time
When lions would roam the Miracle Mile
Before the high-rises went up
They roamed wild
Nothing remains
Bones in the ground
Swallowed in tar
American Lions walking the earth
Where offices are
Lions that strode
The color of wheat in forgotten days
Before the ice
Before it became Santy Clause Lane
I’ve been to the zoo
Looked through the bars
It isn’t the same
Crosses my mind
While I wait for the lights to change
Ooh, ooh
When I was nineteen, I lived on the roof
Shirtless and brown
Prying the old shakes from the nail
Hurling them down
Smelling like tar
Smelling like Wilshire Boulevard
Imagining lions in Koreatown
It isn’t so hard
Ooh, ooh
The blue Valiant sparked with the flip of a switch
And the highway was ours
And over the ridge
The sky was all pitch
The valley on fire
Stayed up all night
You and I
Throwing the cards
Making up songs
The lions long gone
The city still roars
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Quiet for now
In a second all of this could change
Like the world has gone insane
So much hurt
Another kind of loneliness
And I don’t know where else to turn
Where to turn
You don’t look backwards, you just drive
With your eyes glued to the curve
Don’t lift your foot ‘til you’ve arrived
At the last corner of the earth
Go on now
Dragging through the summer heat
All the ghosts have wandered out
And you walk between the shoulders of the mad and mean
We don’t glance or dare to speak
Dare to speak
You don’t look backwards, you just drive
With your eyes glued to the curve
Don’t lift your foot ‘til you’ve arrived
At the last corner of the earth
Hold on tight
Blowing on a coal of hope
Keep that part of you alight
Keep it lit
You will need it when it turns off cold
When that sun has gone inside
And the moon has hid
You don’t look backwards, you just drive
With your eyes glued to the curve
Don’t lift your foot ‘til you’ve arrived
At the last corner of the earth
You won’t sleep ‘til you’ve arrived
At the last corner of the earth
about
Several years ago, Grant-Lee Phillips was wandering the elegant halls of the Norton Simon Art Museum in Pasadena, California. Amid a collection of highly detailed paintings from India, some dating back to the 1800s, one particular work caught his eye. The accomplished singer, songwriter, and painter opened up his notebook and made a note of both the imagery of the painting and the ominous implications of its title. This notebook entry would one day come to inspire the title of Phillips’ 12th solo album, the self-produced In the Hour of Dust.
“A common theme throughout the poetry and the paintings of India,” Phillips explains, “is this concept of ‘the hour of cow dust.’ It’s that moment of the day when the cows are led back home, they kick up the dust; that's a cue to prepare the lamps. Night is about to fall.”
While Phillips first made his name as the singer, guitarist, and songwriter behind Grant Lee Buffalo's distinctive blend of folk-rock, alternative, and Americana, he confesses that his first creative steps were in the visual arts.
“Art was my first love,” says Phillips. “When I left Stockton, California and moved to L.A., I enrolled in film school. I thought, well, I love art, I love music, I love performing, perhaps there's a balance, making weird films.”
That all changed, he says, arriving in L.A. in the early ‘80s, “just as the underground music scene was rumbling, building towards the explosion of the ‘90s.”
From then on everything went into music - writing, recording, and performing.
“Although art and film had become eclipsed by music, I found that putting out albums provided me with an opportunity to create accompanying visuals. I’ve always embraced the intersection of music and album art, much like the painting you see on the cover of this album. Painting quiets, or directs my mind towards a focal point, and everything else goes away.”
Yet, far from replacing the urge to make music, Phillips has found that painting and songwriting complement each other in many ways.
“As a lyricist, I tend to be a visual person too,” says Phillips. “I’m painting scenery with words, setting the stage, capturing a mood.”
Indeed, the entirety of Grant-Lee Phillips’ songbook, from the albums of Grant Lee Buffalo, throughout his 12 solo albums, are highly cinematic and atmospheric.
“The mood on this album is contemplative,” says Phillips, “trying to find meaning in an age of confusion, feeling your way through the blinding dust of unreality.”
Phillips notes that while the opener Little Men is a kind of spiritual tune, based in his firm belief in humanity, he likewise laments that American freedoms “are still not guaranteed to all,” despite the stories we tell ourselves.
“Closer Tonight reflects my uneasy feelings about this moment. We’re closer than ever to realizing our greatest potential, yet closer than ever to self-destruction.”
While Phillips doesn’t shy away from the big themes of contemporary life, In the Hour of Dust is also a highly intimate affair; both in its musical presentation and the highly personal – often autobiographical – lyrics in the songs, all set, the songwriter admits, “against this larger discordant backdrop.”
Bullies is an outsider song, based on Phillips’ own experiences growing up. “Sometimes it feels like the bullies never really stop being bullies. They go into jobs that reward them for being little sociopaths. They go into business. They go into government. This is a song for the rest of us who are more than tired of the bullies.” Written by Grant-Lee Phillips and pianist Jamie Edwards, Bullies is the first co-write to be featured on any of his albums.
On the home front, a few of the songs on In the Hour of Dust are deeply personal odes to his longtime partner and the mutual respect that allows them to be individuals within their union. While it’s written in the third person, Phillips confesses that “She Knows Me,” is one of the most personal songs he has ever written.
“It’s an acknowledgement,” says Phillips, “of the fears and insecurities that come knocking in the late hours, and being thankful that there’s someone who knows me, better than I do myself at times.
Someone, speaks to Phillip’s complicated relationship with solitude. “This is a lonely timeline. Not romantically, but in a basic human way. There’s a hole that cannot be filled with social media.”
Another personal song, Did You Make It Through the Night Okay reflects Phillips’ indigenous heritage as an Enrolled citizen of the Muskogee (Creek) Nation.
“There are no words for ‘good morning’ in the Muskogee (Creek) language. There is a saying however, ‘Estonkon cukhayvtikv,’ which roughly translates to ‘Did you make it through the night okay?’ I was taken with the wry hyperbole and dark humor in this greeting. It’s reflective of those who have experienced hardship and look upon each day as a new blessing. It hit me as the perfect way to greet the morning, especially these days.”
Phillips began laying the foundation for many of the songs in his home studio in early 2024, tracking vocals and guitars for the album’s more whispered moments, including Closer Tonight, Stories We Tell, She Knows Me, Someone, and No Mistaking. These songs would be fleshed out in November of the year at Lucy's Meat Market in Eagle Rock, California. Phillips would enlist engineer Pete Min, who had previously recorded and mixed Phillips’ 2020 album Lightning, Show Us Your Stuff at the same studio.
“There was an intimacy to those home recordings that I wanted to preserve,” says Phillips, “but I felt they could be enhanced by inviting some of my friends in.”
The addition of L.A. session ace Patrick Warren on keyboards, plus the husband and wife rhythm section of Jay Bellerose on drums, and Jennifer Condos on bass, brought these unguarded home recordings into focus. For the rest of the album, Phillips and the band started from scratch, playing together live on the floor.
“I've lost track of how many albums I've made with Jay at this point, and this is probably my third with Jennifer,” Phillips explains. “Jay and Jennifer have such wonderful chemistry between the two of them, and they're both such supportive, beautiful people. And Patrick Warren is someone I’ve also known for ages. He came in and played the piano and pulled off these incredibly symphonic keyboard parts.”
Returning to Nashville after the recordings, Phillips began listening back.
“No Mistaking was one of the songs I had originally tracked at home. When I took the song out to L.A., it evolved. I decided to recut my voice and guitars to match that energy. Brendan Benson was one of the people I met when I first moved to Nashville. I reached out to Brendan, a phenomenal artist in his own right, and he recorded my vocal and guitar parts on that one.”
Like many of us, Phillips is constantly fighting to keep his head above the noise of the news and the everyday anxiety of modern life. Writing songs is his way of pushing back against the hazy twilight, and lighting the lamps in order to lead himself, and anyone else listening, out of the darkness.
Phillips reflects, “We can focus on all of the various freedoms that are being threatened, things that maybe a year or two ago, we might've taken for granted. But at a certain point in time, it comes back down to very human primal things. I don't see songs of love and songs of protest as being so far apart, really. It’s all about recognizing the value of connection in a disconnected time.”
credits
released September 5, 2025
2025 Grant-Lee Phillips licensed exclusively to Yep Roc, LLC.
Grant-Lee Phillips: Vocals, Acoustic, Electric & Baritone Guitars.
Additional Keyboards on Little Men, Closer Tonight. Piano on She Knows Me and Someone. Bass Guitar on She Knows Me.
Jay Bellerose: Drum and Percussion
Jennifer Condos: Bass Guitar
Patrick Warren: Grand, Upright Piano, Keyboards
Recorded and Mixed by Pete Min at Lucy’s Meat Market, Eagle Rock, CA, Session Nov. – Dec. 2024
Mastered by John Baldwin at John Baldwin Mastering, Nashville, TN, Dec. 2024
Vocals, Guitars on Closer Tonight, Stories We Tell, She Knows Me and Someone Recorded by Grant-Lee Phillips at home in Nashville, TN, Jan. – Oct. 2024
Vocals, Guitars on No Mistaking Recorded by Brendan Benson, Nashville, TN, Dec. 2024
All Songs Written by Grant-Lee Phillips.
Published by Storm Hymnal Music administered by Blue Raincoat Music Publishing / Reservoir Media Management (BMI)
Bullies, Written by Grant-Lee Phillips and Jamie Edwards
Published by Storm Hymnal Music administered by Blue Raincoat Music Publishing / Reservoir Media Management (BMI) and Jamie Edwards (BMI)
Art Direction by Grant-Lee Phillips and Nathan Golub
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Such a joy to see live at Pappy & Harriet's and here's to your 70th - may the next trip around the sun bring you the joy you have brought us
jeffclewis