I’ll hum a number 
Dance a dance
So I can go to bed
I don’t know where I’ll be
I’ll be dreaming nearly dead

Oh God did you get what you asked for from me
As I circled in the silence of the flooding valley

Breakfast for one
Afternoon tea: there is none
Got to get to work
Until the sinking of the sun

Oh God did you get what you asked for from me
As I swam in the silence of the flooding valley

Stock in projection 
Praise and rejection
A land of fading fame 
And unnatural selection

Oh God did you get what you asked for from me
As I drowned in the silence of the flooding valley

I can’t recall the scent I smelled before this season
Were it citrus or lavender my blood is freezing
When the dialogue of dusk eats my family tree
Oh God did I do enough for my community
When I spent my days stressed about my time and money

Oh God 
Am I material or eternity

Oh God

November leaves curl into rust on
Callous relentless road
Of sandpaper sewn together

All my friends
I’ll meet you on a softer road
Freely bestowed
I wanna become better

The birds are talking
The light is coming
The night keeps laughing while my brain keeps running
The kids are singing
The sun is screaming
I’m done with these thoughts that keep me from being

My plate of diamonds may 
Grow cold
Shared emeralds, shillings of old 
I hope we’ll be together

But there’s a giant pool of gin
A future with no kin
Earth erased of origin
I bet we’ll be together

The birds are talking
The light is coming
The night keeps laughing while my brain keeps running
The kids are singing
The sun is screaming
I’m done with these thoughts that keep me from being

Together

Siphon-swallow your history 
Spared doses of destroyed
If only your brain would obey 
Your soul that’s now annoyed

The pool’s never flat but it comes close enough
You’ll never have a perfect day, buddy, put down that gun

Regular hyper-hits of 
Caffeine and cold beer
Hold those ankles sturdy-ready-steady 
Amidst air you hold dear

A non-synthetic light awaits 
This false dysphoria
The fruit’s fallen far from the tree 
But in the same forest it succumbs

The pool’s never flat but it comes close enough
You’ll never have a perfect day, buddy, put down that gun

Singing to an ancient hymn
Seeking someone else
Pitching tents in synagogues 
Praying something will sell

Close Enough

Sip your minutes 
Jam your tunes 
Pay your dues 
Salt your wounds
A sound of yesterday washed away
Certainty buoys beyond the bay

It’s always okay 
It’s never okay 
It’s always okay

Beached between future cities and the seas of past
Run a treadmill
Eat a fruit
Burn the wealth amassed
Love your lover, tend your tree, disregard the fall
All is vapor, even archive and catalogue

It’s always okay 
It’s never okay 
It’s always okay

Okay

I drove
A lumpa words west to Kansas
Hot with pheromones
I took on long ago

I’m drying
Every drop of judgment
That I waterfall
On everybody I know

The tiny sun may never sink again
If trees stop breathing what will you say then

I thought
A hundred billion theories
Already laid to rest
By everyone before and after me

The final
Frontier of this journey
Are particularities
That can be ignored or seized

The tiny sun may never sink again
If crops quit yielding what will you say then

I drove
A lumpa words west to Kansas
Hot with pheromones
I’m forced to continue to be

I’m drying
Every drop of judgment
That I waterfall
On every centimeter of me

Lumpa Words

Upland

We let our candle burn
Now glass is going black
Our flame is waning fast
The wax can’t be put back

Drifting north in a flooded car
Until the north became the south
Expiration sans a date
There is no window out

Spit out seawater
It’s seeping through the lawn
Spit out seawater
And go where you belong

You belong
You belong

We let our candle burn
Now glass is going black
Our flame is waning fast
The wax can’t be put back

Spit out seawater
It’s seeping through the lawn
Spit out seawater
And go where you belong

You belong
You belong

We let our candle burn
Now glass is going black
Our flame is waning fast
The wax can’t be put back

Black Glass

My website + links: 
http://linktr.ee/andrewpauldavis

CREDITS:

Music, Lyrics & Vocals by: Andrew
Producer: Taylor Hecocks


LYRICS:

All dressed up like an eagle who's a hawk
While stepping on you like a half-dead duck
You work
I play
Crawl out my way
Gotta clear my history before this congress meeting

Forgot my belt in my DC office
When I got home my wife said what the fuck
I said it slipped off and she didn't believe me
And honest to God it was the first time I didn't tell a lie

Now she's gone and I'm alone
With my JFK statue made of ice
Now she's gone with everything
Thankfully she left my Churchill painting and my George Bush autograph

Brunch with Biden
Lunch with Trump
Call my secretary run a Facebook ad
To convince my sect
To reelect
Me
Their favorite politician

Ex-wife called Vox and baked the story
I'll spare the details that weren't boring
Now I'm a meme
I'm out the scene
And now I'm my least favorite politician

Now she's gone and I'm alone
With my JFK statue made of ice
Now she's gone with everything
Thankfully she left my Churchill painting and my George Bush autograph

Malarkey malarkey malarkey malarkey
Huge huge huge-ass malarkey
Malarkey malarkey malarkey malarkey
Huge huge huge huge
Why why why why why why why why
wha wha wha wha wha wha wha wha

Politician

Andrew Paul Davis is an American singer-songwriter whose first musical forays took place during his days as a trumpeter in high school band class. Stumbling into songwriting after learning songs featured in the films “Inside Llewyn Davis” and “Her”, Andrew bought his first guitar in 2014 — rapidly honing his skills in defiance of a disability severely limiting movement in his left hand — and the rest was history.

Influenced by an array of artists from The Beatles to MGMT, Andrew’s genre-bending blend of apocalyptic art pop and psychedelic folk rock has earned him a diverse and loyal fanbase that’s continued to grow since his 2016 debut single, “Frenemy.” Channeling his decades of experience as a filmmaker, Andrew has also gained a reputation within the film community for the avant-garde tendencies, surrealism, and maximalism of his large-scale music videos — which add an extra sensory punch to his already captivating signature sonic experience.