• Shurk - Foucault feat Jolliff

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    To me, Foucault is a memoir of my friendship with Jolliff: being in the same time and space together to explore new musical territories. To her it probably means something very different… personal but in another way. A bittersweet reminisce of those rose tinted final days of summer; days spent with a loved one who is no longer part of your life.

    So I know what this song means to me. What does it mean to you?



    Fingernails are yellow and you hate the way you walk
    God is long dead daddy, squeeze my hand, the Mandy talk

    Lay me down in Venus caught the sunset
    California hedonist, I love it
    It’s ok, I’ll sleep in your bathroom
    Lay my head on my shoulder for the last time

    You read to me your poetry
    Soft willow, the green big man parade
    I hope you read eternally
    Dandelion and burdock, lemonade

    East side, I told you about my mother
    And in the river grass

    It’s just you,
    And Foucault
    And my bass guitar
    And I’ve seen you walk on water
    Let me wash your feet with my hair and my tears
    I loved you in the runs
    The last of the summer wine

    In the end I hope you will follow
    With the moa and the doa
    The green and the brown
    And the trees and the clouds
    And the fields and the crowds
    Swinburne Road is longer than I remember
    Dandelion and burdock lemonade

    It’s just you,
    And Foucault
    And my bass guitar
    And I’ve seen you walk on water
    Let me wash your feet with my hair and my tears
    I loved you in the runs
    The last of the summer wine


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