Jeffrey Foucault
horse latitudes
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Drifting info horse latitudes
The language of thirst, a false communion
The iron taste of blood
In your mouth, the wild blue
Dying into God's empty hands
Silver the silhouette of ashes on the land
The bleach white skulls of buffalo face the sun
The burning sand
Where the halogen halos
Shine on the refugees
Banded birds flying
Up above and endless sea
God is the mouth
Of a river going dry
God is a mouthful of rain
A tear in your eye
Singing into the belly of a whale
Leviathan's ribs, a drowning jail
The desert at the bottom of the sea
The devil with his finger on the scale
- Album:
- Salt As Wolves
- Horse Latitudes
- Shoot The Moon Right Between The Eyes
- Cold Satellite
- Miscellaneous
- Slow Talker
- Miles from the Lightning
- Signature Sampler 2011
- Uncut: Thunder Road: Tracks Inspired by the Boss
- Stripping Cane
- Ghost Repeater
- Dit Is Americana: 12 Songs Recht uit het Hart
- Ghost Repeater (bonus disc)
- Blue Highways: The Ultimate Americana Music Fest 2006
- Signature Sounds Collection, Volume 12
- Signature Sounds 10th Anniversary Collection
- Signature Sounds Collection, Volume 11
- Uncut: New Music for 2005
- Putumayo Presents Acoustic America
- SXSW 2006 Showcasing Artists