American singer-songwriter Dar Williams lives at the intersection of pop and folk. She fuses many genres (blues, rock, jazz), resulting in a rather organic sound. She has been making music for over a decade.
Her studio album My Better Self finds Dar at an unequivocally brazen crossroads. Reflecting on American politics, the disillusionment and apathy of youth, and the female experience, Dar makes no apology for her outspoken beliefs.
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GCAmD Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday, GCAmDD Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay." GCAmD And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree, EmCAmDD He watched his son hang candy canes all made with red dye number three. GCAmD He told his niece, "It's Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style," GCAmDD She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and it's been awhile,"
GCAmD So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, GCAmD Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, EmCAmD And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said, GCAmDG Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.
GCAmD The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch, GCAmDD Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a witch?" GCAmD His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen, EmCAmDD And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian," GCAmD "But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share, GCAmDD And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere."
GCAmD So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, GCAmD Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, EmCAmD And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning, EmCAmDG 'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are bur-ning.
GCAmD When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother." GCAmDD Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father. GCAmD He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year, EmCAmDD He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas and your daughter's here." GCAmD He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying, GCAmDD "Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave."
GCAmD So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, GCAmD Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, EmCAmD Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and EmCAmDG Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.