There are faces in the cliffs
Smiling down as we float by
There are faces way up high
We share the earth, water, and sky
Now we will walk
Where man has walked before
Let not talk
What man has talked before
This river’s got hopes
This river’s got dreams
This river’s got no chance
Of making the sea
Dirty water down below
Turn on your tap It’s in your home
Dirty water down below
Through your veins into your soul
This river’s got hopes
This river’s got dreams
This river’s got no chance
Of making the sea
So wash your car
Make sure your lawn is lookin’ green
‘Cause this river’s got no chance
Of making the sea
Dirty water down below
Turn on your tap It’s in your home
Dirty water down below
Through your veins into your soul
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