A bottomless rain comes up and
Fakes to wash away our pasts
But if we'd truly be honest we're just about to get wet
A terrible stiffness in my spine
And my muscles refrain from my mind
An electrical current flashes through my nerves unkind
And will our songs be told
When both our souls are sold
And our time did unfold
When our bodies are grey and old
And all our children sing these ancient tales
Now kick me to wake me
Then trick me and say I'm free
Whatever I know, I know it to be vanity
It's silly to sing your name
I guess they are all the same
I just stand in your door and sing to you day by day
And will our songs be told
When both our souls are sold
And our time did unfold
When our bodies are grey and old
And all our children sing these ancient tales
I'm the happiest boy alive
I'll happily grow old and then die
Let me follow you softly through the uprising light
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
These two tracks by the Chicago folk singer were produced by Jackson and her frequent collaborators KAINA, Sen Morimoto, and Nnamdi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2023