You claim, you still don’t know me,
As music bends around the bar,
Your hands rests beneath your smile,
That sits seductively absorbing time.
I stay hid behind my pint glass,
With hunched shoulders and battered lungs.
Hands bending beer mats,
Knowing you see straight through my smokescreen.
We drink more, and dress for pleasure,
Dance like fools to reggae tunes
Kiss on drunken benches,
Our senses burst in the blinded sky.
You say again, ‘come on I still don’t know you.’
I laugh, legs staggering, our fingers intertwined.
‘Two years have almost past, weekends of quixotic debauchery aside,
I just enjoy spending time with you’.
But what I don’t say is what I mean,
Like how my eyes linger on your neck line,
When you turn your head to the side.
So I look at my fingers, and roll another cig,
Beat back those bounds of honesty,
Allowing true thoughts to slip and slide away,
And stutter sounds dressed for silence
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Nearing the end of Liverpool Music Week, Mojo gave the stage to MARCUS FOSTER along with an array of both local and up and coming support acts.
EMILY IN THE WOODS, a London based girl whose songs have an air of Joni Mitchell complimented by a voice that has the same husk as Nora Jones, kicked off the evening. Armed with just her and her guitar Emily managed to captivate the chatty, cocktail fuelled audience and by the end of her performance Mojo’s bustling atmosphere was suspended for a moment, whilst the room listened to Steal His Heart.
Young local boy LUKE FENLON woke up the audience with his upbeat and youthful sound that stood out from the predominantly chilled atmosphere that concerns the rest of the artists. His simple songs about love and life seemed to send everyone into a mass of swaying and head bobbing whilst the twenty year old Liverpudlian very much kept his cool with the look of a young Bob Dylan.
Headliner MARCUS FOSTER’s set was an incredible forty minutes of strong vocals and deep guitar. Foster has had an amazing year so far, with the release of his first album Nameless Path and the great success of his single I Was Broken, meant that the audience were witnessing him on top form and the strength of his performance affirmed why Foster is soon to become a well-known name. His melancholy and beautifully written songs seemed to turn Mojo into a sepia image, his soft guitar playing and rough-around-the-edges voice created a memorable and nostalgic atmosphere in the crammed, and dim lit venue. By the end of the set an appreciative Marcus Foster was received by a truly epic applause, I don’t think it was just me who thought that this is a guy who is going to go on to become a great success.