sing my darling
sing of our forbidden love
sweet as the wings of a starling
that flies in stormy skies up above
but sing of it in a hush
our liasons are kept tucked and secret
no one ever should know
but my cheeks warm so flushed and peaked
like the warm summer sun’s orange glow
like a rain swollen river does flow
And oh our way
is a twisted path clotted and strange
That keeps us out of the day
and the interloper’s casual gaze
leaves are falling
forming a damp mat on the ground
and though your father is calling
we pretend to not hear the sound
cause together you and i are bound
and so when he’s sleeping
i’ll creep to the side of his bed
and return to the sight of you weeping
when you’ve heard all the words that I said
your daddy’s no longer, he’s dead
chorus
goodbye my darling
you’re a thing i can no longer love
you were once so handsome and charming
now you’re a thing that only draws blood
let the starlings fly over this flood
"They manage to encapsulate the magic of vintage country recordings while also inventing a floaty, horse-shoegaze sound, both backwoods-rustic & ethereal, that is all their own." usmfreepress.org Hares on the Mountain
"Real prophets were like this: not so much prognosticating as bearing the good and bad reminders of blessing and curse, a vocation of reminding and unsettling." frontrow.dmagazine.com Hares on the Mountain
"...finds Becker establishing himself as one of the great songwriting talents of the region. Really, the entire album stands as such a testament." blogs.dallasobserver.com Hares on the Mountain
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023