Anywhere from EP 1 by Casey Foubert

Picked out and pink on the line
pale thread shivering.
Out, for the season of the copulating dead
out, for the salmon in the river running red
and I might swim with you
at the same time, at the same time.

Fixed up and feeling alright
soft felted wool on us.
Oh, what a pretty pocket sewn about the bed
and, when the baby comes we'll feed it till it's fed
and I might eat up too
at the same time, at the same time.

You anywhere with you
I will meet you there:

All my waking nights
like an idiot I've prayed to you.
I will call it what you want me to
at the same time, at the same time

Sleeping out sweet under soft pines
golden coterie.
Come, for the others now are getting into bed
come, and the animals will dance about your head
and I might rest with you
at the same time, at the same time.

• Folk
• experimental
• singer-songwriter
• Chicago