Monday, September 26, 2011

from by Sara Bouchard



As he unreeled his tape measure across the landscape
With a burning in his eye,
“It cannot be eternal,”
he said with a sigh.

“Maybe we’ll get used to it soon
but right now we are feeling it keenly.”
It’s time to turn the page upon
this ever-unfolding story.

So tumble on down the far side of the mountains,
Anchored to the air.
I’d live in a mansion, I’d live in a shack
Just to settle down somewhere,
Just to settle down somewhere.

“I lost everything that I once had,
My house it was carried downstream.
Hands full of mud, my hands full of worry,
I won’t let them do this to me.”

The journey had its peaks and valleys.
We mapped our steps along the way.
Neighborhoods will rise and fall
As our memories shape and change.

Construction began on the harvest holiday.
Through the autumn fog and haze,
A tower of wonder emerged from the sea
And the residents stopped to gaze.

“We are building in the sky,
We are building in the sky.”
All the residents prayed and sang and swayed.
“We are building in the sky.”


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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