I’ve got a lot of bad ideas, and the whiskey to make them happen tonight.
So snuff your cigarette in a glass of crushed ice, settle your tab, and follow me into the moonlight.
Down the alleyways and empty roads where no one goes and no one knows our names, but we’ll give them fake ones anyway.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
I’ve got a lot of bad ideas for things that I could do or I could say.
And when I see the sway of your hips I must admit: I love to watch you walk away.
Deeper into my whiskey dreams where nothing seems the way it did an hour before, wrapped in blankets on your floor.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
I’ve got a lot of bad ideas, but I can’t remember them past dawn.
So I’m in your apartment with eyes cast down; you put on the coffee and I’ll put my shirt and shoes back on.
And the silence surrounds us like a falling snow but I can’t help but know I’ve never been so honest with anyone, and the lines on my back are the smoking gun.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
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