Thursday, September 2, 2010
from The News: Monday-Friday by Sara Bouchard
lyrics
To an old-fashioned number on the radio
I fell in love by lamplight with a man with no shadow.
He worked upon the water and lived by the tide.
He’d see all the time in those foggy hours catching air and combing the sky.
And despite the widespread battles, the pirates are taking sides.
It’s getting harder to feel like a stranger among the shape-shifting tribes.
The powerful waves were coming, the newspaper said.
You look up at the stars and just see just blankness, so please stay at home instead.
He told me "Those people they don’t know who I am, so you just forget.
I feel I’m not here and when you’re not there, there’s nothing to regret."
And despite the widespread battles, the pirates are taking sides.
It’s getting harder to feel like a stranger among the shape-shifting tribes.
The sea was a quarrel of floating cars. He turned his boat around.
The storminess hit him in a great gray mass - it was something of a ghost.
I walked to the train and got out of there; one choice had I.
And the feeling of holding the past in my hand as time goes stomping by...
I’ll play a jack for wrinkled paper, a king for closing the door,
A queen for your heart beating, an ace for ever more.
I fell in love by lamplight with a man with no shadow.
He worked upon the water and lived by the tide.
He’d see all the time in those foggy hours catching air and combing the sky.
And despite the widespread battles, the pirates are taking sides.
It’s getting harder to feel like a stranger among the shape-shifting tribes.
The powerful waves were coming, the newspaper said.
You look up at the stars and just see just blankness, so please stay at home instead.
He told me "Those people they don’t know who I am, so you just forget.
I feel I’m not here and when you’re not there, there’s nothing to regret."
And despite the widespread battles, the pirates are taking sides.
It’s getting harder to feel like a stranger among the shape-shifting tribes.
The sea was a quarrel of floating cars. He turned his boat around.
The storminess hit him in a great gray mass - it was something of a ghost.
I walked to the train and got out of there; one choice had I.
And the feeling of holding the past in my hand as time goes stomping by...
I’ll play a jack for wrinkled paper, a king for closing the door,
A queen for your heart beating, an ace for ever more.
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from The News: Monday-Friday,
released March 2, 2012
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Sara Bouchard Richmond, Virginia
I am a multi-disciplinary artist and songwriter with a strong foothold in American roots. As an artist, I investigate ways to interact with and represent the American landscape through song. As a musician, I perform original and traditional tunes - drawn from bluegrass, old-time, jazz, country and blues - with my band SALT PARADE. ... more
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