LISTEN: Buck the Taxidermist bring a stripped down, mysterious allure to “Caledonia”

By Matt Wickstrom

LEXINGTON, Ky. — Buck the Taxidermist, the Lexington indie folk/rock project spearheaded by Kyle Ayres, today shares the raw and intimate “Caledonia.”

The song — recorded in Ayres’ Lexington apartment and mastered by Chris Bethea at Muscle Shoals Mastering — possesses a very intimate feel, featuring Ayres’ gentle croon paired with a metronome and acoustic guitar. Sounds of creaky wooden floors and snips of conversation scattered throughout of phone conversation between Ayres’ wife Samantha (of Ryvoli) and a friend add even more layers of intimacy and humanity to the performance.

The name “Caledonia” refers to the old Latin word for northern Britain — known today as Scotland — which the Ayres’ visited on their honeymoon last summer. The song paints the area in a backdrop of mysterious allure, in a way illustrating Ayres’ longing to rest in that place and time, whether it be in Caledonia or Chevy Chase.

The song is part of an upcoming EP for Buck the Taxidermist due out later this year, with each track being recorded in distinctly different environments — from working to Carson Childers to teaming with Cole Clark at Sightglass Sound in Nicholasville to Ayres’ own truck and the serene backdrop of Ashland Park — all leading to the project’s most stripped-back sound to date.

Listen to “Caledonia” below.

Buck the Taxidermist “Caledonia” lyrics

Topless, she walks through the glen
Heather marks where she’s been.
Like pagan words on the wind
Riding cloud shadows again.

‘Caledonia’ is on the lips
See the amber and the chocolate drips
In the dimly lit, warm beer halls
Tourists stand and drink until the fall.

The asthma wasn’t too much
In the sky of the Old Man’s clutch.
Over the moors and the moss
Where the wooly sheep and rivers cross.

‘Caledonia’ is on the lips
See the amber and the chocolate drips
In the dimly lit, warm beer halls
Tourists stand and drink until the fall.

And I took Michael’s kilt for a spin
Over your steaming tea I saw you grin
All the while the French Canadian cringed.


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