we found a house we can afford
it's in olive, new york
there's a life that we could lead
garden plots and chosen poverty
sky
above our lives
sky
above our lives
three bedrooms with a small porch
a walk to the reservoir, a perch in the cedars
but too far from anyone we know
and we're already so lonely
I stare at the star card, wincing
morning glories wrapped along the railing
American dreaming, American fiending
each day we tell ourselves
"this is it, we're living, I love you"
it's all temporary, the myth of temporality
I part my hair in the middle now like my mother did in the ‘70s
if I could stand in the night, dig my bare feet in the grass
with only the sky to know me
we can't, we shouldn't
we can't, we shouldn't
in my dreams I'm lost, I'm trespassing,
screaming at politicians
staring at mansions underwater
standing in houses without ceilings
ear on your chest, I rest
we watch our cat watch the snow
will the day to slow
will to be whole
Alex Henry Foster again collaborates with Canadian-Japanese artist Momoka, who also translates the lyrics from English to Japanese. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024