Thursday, September 2, 2010

from by Sara Bouchard

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To an old-fashioned number on the radio
I fell in love by lamplight with a man with no shadow.
He worked upon the water and lived by the tide.
He’d see all the time in those foggy hours catching air and combing the sky.

And despite the widespread battles, the pirates are taking sides.
It’s getting harder to feel like a stranger among the shape-shifting tribes.

The powerful waves were coming, the newspaper said.
You look up at the stars and just see just blankness, so please stay at home instead.
He told me "Those people they don’t know who I am, so you just forget.
I feel I’m not here and when you’re not there, there’s nothing to regret."

And despite the widespread battles, the pirates are taking sides.
It’s getting harder to feel like a stranger among the shape-shifting tribes.

The sea was a quarrel of floating cars. He turned his boat around.
The storminess hit him in a great gray mass - it was something of a ghost.
I walked to the train and got out of there; one choice had I.
And the feeling of holding the past in my hand as time goes stomping by...

I’ll play a jack for wrinkled paper, a king for closing the door,
A queen for your heart beating, an ace for ever more.

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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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