unborn daughter written in December
no relation to that mattress or October
theres no blood on my hands
maybe because it hasn’t happened yet
are we preventing something
or just getting lucky?
we have a non-existent tire swing
and a non-existent dog, named Lucky
God doesn’t know they exist
the morning after the night they were written
she asks God to believe in them
had to be a prophet, some sort of middle man
to get to him, to make him believe in them
im not workin, i put the time in
theyre still dead though im on vacation
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