I saw the rising belly
I caught your sopping tongue
'tween my fingers for a while, yeah we were
chewing on the cud
I saw the rotting belly
I saw the brick kiln chimney
to my left, and what a waste, oh what a waste—
no smoke, babe, no cigar
And why must you toss the water while
we sit in the tub?
Astounding your impatience
I saw the rising steam
'fore it hit the mirror it was clinging onto
all my coffee dreams
I saw the rotting belly
I'm payin' my due hours
in the cemetery wasting blood and bone on
all those plastic flowers
And why must you light up the jetty
then beg for the tide
to swallow your impatience?
Was quaking in the glow
of the flames, and oh so close
and oh so close but—
no smoke, babe,
no cigar
Equally inspired by Brazilian folk music, soul, and indie, the latest LP from Barney Keen is a kaleidoscope of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2025