Friday, December 30, 2011

Stripping Cane - Jeffrey Foucault



"There's no more room for angels
To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled
Bleeding sugar from our hands
Bleeding ashes from our feet
Won't you help me count my sheep
Won't you help me count my sheep tonight

You make your heart a decoration
It's like a broken violin
So carefully made empty
Taking only silence in
Taking saccharine to kill your pain
Won't you help me stripping cane
Won't you help me stripping cane tonight

Stripping cane for something sweet
Stripping cane a man complete is born
His heart a thing to hold both dark and light
Stripping cane no tongue can tell
The silent ring of this empty bell
Won't you tell me fare thee well
Fare thee well tonight

I've got nowhere to go now
I'm like a bird in an eclipse
And the grammar of our bodies
Breathing poems to our lips
Breathing verses out of rhyme
Won't you help me killing time
Won't you help me killing time tonight

There's no more room for angels
To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled
Bleeding sugar from our hands
Bleeding ashes from our feet
Won't you help me count my sheep
Won't you help me count my sheep tonight
Won't you help me count my sheep tonight
Won't you help me"


I don't remember how I first found Jeffery Foucault, but it was an actual CD, with a plastic cover and paper jacket. His CD STRIPPING CANE ministered to me before I even knew what the genre was. I just knew I wanted more. I recommend his newest CD also, HORSE LATITUDES. Good kickback-thinking music. Hard to understand his vocal lyrics sometimes, but I suppose that's why it's good thinking music....they don't interfere with your own.

3 comments:

  1. I like the poetry in this. I also like the poetry in you ;)

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  2. I'm with Ben Ditty. I love the poetry in you, Annie. This is a fabulous, heart-rending song. I can see why you love his music. Love you!! xoxo

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  3. @ Ben Ditty - The best songs have both...musicality and poetry! Thanks Ben.

    @ Marion - His music seems timeless, as if you could never pin it to a specific year or decade. Love you too!

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