Santa Anas

John IV

Northern Lights

Fruit from the Trees

She Keeps It Cool

Rattlesnake

Gem State

Wild Roses

Alaska

Bell Bottom Jeans

Cowboy

Ingrid (feat. Vivien Vaucher)

Teenage Vampire (feat. Gatlin)

Smoker

Using You

Still

Life

Green

Couch Potato

Thinkin' About It

Piñata

Hikikomori

Off to the Races

Shouldn't Have Gone to L.A

Go Home, Danny

Rattlesnake (feat. Zach Bryan)

JVC (Deluxe Edition)

Easter Sunday

Green (Demo)

Remember Katrina?

When You Were Young (Track Star Presents)

I Had You for a Second

Couch Potato (Live from WFUV)

Using You (Voice Memo)

Heaven knows
You’ve always been La Vie en rose
Oh the color when you puckered slow
Four in the morning comes a purple glow

And I kissed too fast
Guess I was worried that this wouldn’t last
Oh the summer in your cheeks brushed past
How the seasons seem to slip through my grasp

When it comes to the moment
My enjoyment is hopeless
Every time I’m out smoking
My worry is near
But if I want this so badly
Am I just scared to be happy
I put my faith in the back seat
And drive with blind fear

Holy Smokes
Queen of my junior high hopes
Get in your bug and drive yourself back home
Leave me speechless on the side of the road

Cause I can put this back down
All the junior high love I found
In a birthday card cut out
Of some memories I’m reading through now

I guess I’m addicted
To pipes and paranoid visions
To guilt over girls I’ve been kissing
And missing the point
Hell-bent on suppressing
All these godsends and blessings
That come in some form of lesson
And some form of joy

You’re leaving Richmond
Never known a girl more driven
Still you miss every minute in Britain
All your friends and the wild living

Here comes the end of the season
Bumming smokes off of Jesus
Not every cigarette is a demon
If it feels right, then it’s reasoned

Holy Smokes

Packing cancer in my glovebox on a Tuesday evening drive
As I'm passing Amargosa, you are passing through my mind
And my car is headed eastward while the sun is racing west
Guess my body's moving forward, but my mind is turning left

Highschool's only checking boxes off a list
Getting kissed, taking hits, try hallucinogenics
And it's not what you'd expect, but then again it's what it is
I put my arm around you slowly, all my nerves are on the fritz

And we get together on December the 7th
You remind me Hawaii was blown to the heavens
On your birthday
Seventy years from the present
As we celebrate, I'm counting my fingers like blessings

And then you call me on my cellular phone
I'm on the road, up the coast, we booked a couple of shows
You asked me if I sing about you, I was sorry to say "No"
You said "That's okay baby, I don't write you any poems"

But we'll get together on December the 7th
You'll remind me Hawaii was blown to the heavens
On your birthday
Seventy years from the present
As we celebrate, count each other's fingers like blessings

Then you'd come over always so unexpected
Picking fruit from the trees that I left unattended
Playing word games
Watching the vowels descending
Like an air raid on spaces that I had neglected


But if we both go un-commemorated
By each other's free verse and lyrical phrases
We'll be okay just driving familiar pavements
Past our places, all wasted like Ford Island bases

Pearl Harbor Day (Voice Memo)

Jack Van Cleaf

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