a march beat, sonorous Ebow lead, poetic lyric, spidery raga-like acoustic phrases: an artist surveys the world and returns to four, blue walls
Joel Beaupre solo effort: words/music/recording.
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Kevin asked me to call the spirit of John Lennon, and this is what happened.
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Bedroom window, the shiver of the rain. Brightness breaks upon the clouds. Children skip, the sun slips behind a teacup. A white church sleeps in shadows. And we're all sailing away into the darkness of a new day. I've come a long way to enter your ear. We opened our hearts and lied. Leaping off the roof, we tried to fly. Into the sea, we saw stars sink at the horizon. And we're all sailing away into the darkness of a new day. My chest is not flesh, but an ocean. A fruit opened by thumbs. Shadows make waves upon my wall. I paint them all blue. And we're all sailing away into the darkness of a new day.
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