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In the Hour of Dust

by Grant-Lee Phillips

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Anthony B Cook
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Anthony B Cook Gets back to the ballads of old. Favorite track: Dark Ages.
magoski
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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

Favorite track: Closer Tonight.
Jacqueline🖤
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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.
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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
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

Album cover painting by Grant-Lee Phillips

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