less than 2 minutes ago you called it seldom
now its savage
i saw her through a window
it was tinted
she didn’t see me
she was coloring
operation goodbye is fake
its colored neon neutral
my father said he liked it while he was smoking
but he kept looking at my hands
asking me if i was holding something
lot 158 was a factory
that i miss dearly
the landlords were people i didn’t know
kept possessions locked but still talked about
and their grandson asked them to cosign a loan
"oh won’t you?" x9
haven’t seen ‘em in a year
it’s my fault, and alone
chalk outline of Nashua, or my written shadow
and the silhouette i defined, maybe his it’s the same
i told myself i wasn’t but maybe im the real cervidae
cevidae x3
it’s a city of an army
of carpeted mobile homes waiting for me
but the medicine has me thinkin
that maybe i should be Oregon
but the medicine has me thinkin
that maybe i shouldn’t be in Oregon
i shouldn’t be Oregon
in Oregon x3
i can see the seldom if i look hard enough
and if i want to
im sorry but i don’t want to
i don’t want that image of her coloring
of her imagining things
like maxed out credit cards
and stolen medicine
one day she is going to ask a question
“who is that picture of?”
“no one”
“no one”
“no one”
“no one”
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