“The voice of lore at the campfire and the sharp laughter of modern myth…       S. J. Tucker is songs and stories, community and wit.”-Phil Putnam

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IN THE WORKS: S. J. is home for several weeks, taking a very well-earned break from traveling to catch up on her work in the recording studio.  She has already shared some new digital song releases for 2018, beginning with “Imbolc Song”! 

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“Tucker is not only fantastic; she’s like a character out of a fantasy novel. She weaves myth and magic into her lyrics as easily as a strain of cello, a lick of something electric, the chuffing of a train engine…Tucker has a knack – no, a genius – for weaving old ways with new.”

C. S. E. Cooneyblackgate.com

“S. J. Tucker sounds like no one else out there.  I’m not sure if she is fairy, shape-shifter, otherworldly, or just a super intelligent, super perceptive young woman…Critics have compared her voice to Joni Mitchell and Tori Amos, her guitar style to Emily Saliers. I believe she is a complete original coming straight from Neverland where Magick is real.”

—Phil King, Audiofuzz.com


Latest From S. J.

Lyrics and vid: The Ballad of Lilah Rose

Jun 22, 18

This clip is from my May 2018 Concert Window online show. 🙂  Watch the next one here, June 28, 2018 at 8pm CST!


YouTube says I have too many words for the lyrics to go into the video description. 😉 So here they ALL are.


Lilah loved her family and the land they worked upon.
She minded what her daddy said, she grew up sweet and strong.
Jared was the apple of his southern mother’s eye,
but the devil was his daddy, and he couldn’t help but lie.

Try to stop a cyclone from going where it may.
Try to stop young love from growing day by day.
Lilah’s daddy saw it in his little girl’s face,
but he never said a word about disgrace.

“That boy is trouble,” all the ladies would agree,
and they’d pester Lilah’s daddy to put her under lock and key.
He’d listen with the patience of a saint, but that was all.
Gossip swirled along the wind through harvest into fall.

Lilah was a good girl ’til Jared came around.
Her daddy felt the wind change, but didn’t run him out of town.
Lilah found her mettle when Jared did her wrong.
“Boys will be boys” is such a tired old song.

Love demands a tribute grand enough to shake the earth.
She will meddle in your life and in your death and your rebirth.
Now, Jared ain’t been seen for days and no one acts surprised.
“Long time comin’, and the river’s bound to rise.”