this yellow speckled world
the one I decided to live in
opposed to the one without Delta emailing me every other, every other, every other weekend
every Wednesday off Breton
on the swingset I think I see children
I think about what they might be saying
when I walk into the kitchen
for the third time, I'll make them breakfast
I'll take them to bed and tuck them in
they dream with one eye open
I whisper to them in Spanish
I'll have them speak but say nothing
I'm afraid of the future, could you listen?
could you listen, I said could you listen?
could you listen? x3
I said I'm afraid of the future, and I have my arm around her
they make me out for some sorta monster
the rivers in the back start to mend with the magenta
its a painting I think, one done by my mother
I said, "take care of the kids"
in the microwave I think I saw a reflection
there's my arm in the picture, and she's looking at the picture
we're a family
second guess my blood, I'm talking
i said im talking, im talking
you say that im speaking but im saying nothing
almost like you can hear something
I guess there are two kinds of love
and you weigh between them when you look at us
your eldest daughter, and your first-born son
first-born son
first-born son
first-born son
firsr-born son
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