She said I’m strung out, and out of touch,
I listen too little and I drink too much
but the only thing cheaper than the whiskey is the talk
and the perfume on the girls behind the doors that I’m knocking on.
Bourbon, bourbon, in my hand,
will you help me to be an honest man, again?
Well people come and people go
but the sea swells just as high even when you know
that the clouds that gather off to the east bring rain and
a storm that throws us both out to sea again.
Now I’m being rocked by the waves,
clinging to the splinters n’waiting to be saved
or waiting for this tide to finally drag me down
to the bottom of this bottle where I’ll finally drown so
bourbon, bourbon, in my hand,
will you help me to be an honest man? Until then —
Rockabye the stars up in their cradles in the night.
With them I’ll sleep until tomorrow, all the while holding tightly to my pillow;
dreaming that it’s you.
Wake up in the dead of night
to watch the shadows dance by the lone street light
up through the open window, like midnight‘s ghost,
to where the sound of your breathing is what I miss most
right now. And it’s funny, you know?
How the little things don’t matter until they go away.
So bourbon, bourbon, in my hand,
will you help me to be an honest man? Until then —
Rockabye the stars up in their cradles in the night.
With them I’ll sleep until the tomorrow, all the while holding tightly to my pillow;
dreaming that it’s you.
So bourbon, bourbon, in my hand,
will you help me to be an honest man again?
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