Friday, September 3, 2010

from by Sara Bouchard

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Most of us live in small spaces
But how can you build a house?
When no trains run on the fault lines
Of the places that have most been my home.

“You are asking for one simple thing now
But we are unable to keep those fields.”
You know enough to leave when they tell you to leave,
But this land is still my hometown,
This land is still my hometown.

I’m going I’m going to the platform,
Following in the well-worn tall tales.
Rustling and breathing in the footsteps
Of a land space where thunder and gods might tread.

Time will run out for the unready,
We seen this coming for years.
We’ll pluck them from their gambler’s perch,
Hungry but safe,
Hungry but safe.

By dawn the climate and atmosphere was froze
And they saw where they were.
"The cloud is still there, but we’re prepared
to pray about it, everything is going to be O.K."

She lifts a hand to reading histories -
“I don’t know what these writings say.”
The intensity of feeling in the teachings of Jesus
Lulled into counting the days,
Lulled into counting the days.

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from The News: Monday​-​Friday, released March 2, 2012

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Sara Bouchard Brooklyn, New York

I am a multi-disciplinary artist and songwriter with a strong foothold in American roots. My work explores the intersection between sound, story and environment. I perform solo and with my band Salt Parade.

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