The Mark Kozelek & Jimmy Lavelle album keeps growing on me. At first, I thought it was pretty alright. But as I get deeper into it, it really fits into the overall Canon of Kozelek's work. This song in particular, that in so many ways is essentially this beautiful/sad narrative about the upstairs/downstairs nature of immigration & labor, and therefore leads to thoughts of immigration reform and family and belonging and the meaning of "home", and which seems like it comes straight out of a Sam Shepard short story, really sums the whole album up.
Anyway, long story short - check it out. Here's "Gustavo" off "Perils From The Sea".