I understand Im like my father
Im gettin older
Im feelin bolder than I did before
I may not be wiser
But time keeps draggin on 

Id be remissed without my mother
Shes prayin daily
For the safety of my course
Id be nowhere without her
And the Lord 

I can tell for certain
Every move that I make
It doesnt come from me
I cant handle the hurtin
Its the end of what I know
And ill bury it in my grave
So I thank you
For your hand of grace 

Ive gotta recollect my freedom
I dont know you
I dont feel you like I should
Im movin onward
But Im tired of the search 

Where the hell does my redemption lie
Its resurrection
The imperfections of my tide
Its feelin further
But its worth is my demise 

I can tell for certain
Every move that I make
It doesnt come from me
I cant handle the hurtin
Its the end of what I know
And ill bury it in my grave
So I thank you
For your hand of grace

Hand of Grace (Solo)

Heavenly Towers was written in the Summer of 2021. It tells a brief story of my last 5 years living on the road, and the various episodes of gripping reality, only to have it slip away again and again. The "we" and "you" in the song refers to the numerous partners I shared the journey with.

Tempers fly
A series of sighs in the morning
But I ain't got kids in the kitchen
Beggin for love
And what about change?
A ticking of time on the subject
How many years will it take
For the train to come home?

We watch TV
And there ain't nothin good to see
The seasons change

We drove the van
We headed west into the sunset
We lived our Kerouac lives
On the coast
Your hair was dry
But it's still raining in the mountains
I built you Heavenly towers
In your name

We took a chance
And found out what it means to dance
We lost our way

All of these God-fearing roads
Where do they all go?
Do they flee from the next thing
To come our way?

We settled in
We watched a fallin of a culture
Nobody's huggin anymore
In the street 
And what's it all mean?
Is it all just for the passing?
Or a throwing of stones
Through our love?

Is it enough?


Heavenly Towers (Demo)

In 2020, my friend and fellow musician Chris Banach (My Favorite Fence, Faint Little Things) came together for a few days after not seeing eachother for a few years and collaborated in writing this song. I came to him with the chorus and guitar riff already writte, and within a days work Chris activated his songwriting magic and Taciturn was born and bred. 

Recorded live in Albany, NY by Honey Slider's Alec Lewis.

Taciturn (feat. Chris Banach)

Listening [Daniel Nunnelee Cover]

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A kind-hearted creature in search of the truth; a radiant sun and surfing moon. 

Evan Harker, also known as Old Weather, blends the musical styles of blues, folk, and a bit of emo, and presents a voice as rough as a gravel road, as dusty as the desert sprawl. Inspired by line and form, the beating of the heart, and the remnants of fire, Old Weather brings to the stage a placid intimacy, like rain on a single-pane window. 






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