"Hell, no, I'm not all right!" is the motto of the album.
And so we must face up to this delicate bouquet of sad country songs as being, in reality, a snarl of rage – or at least a lamentation at being stuck at "an intersection of hopes and dreams and fears". Which is another way of saying that there is a lot of unhappy first-person baggage on display here, much of it written by Griffiths herself and sung in her increasingly sclerotic voice. Fair enough.
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