wow, relentless - but compelling... harsh lyrics - in the best traditions of folk! well done.

Younger Days

Going to see the King
Been invited, not a moment to lose
Don't forget to pack all your things
Angels will carry you on their wings

Sitting in the garden of paradise
Here on earth
Relaxing and looking at the green
No need for questions
                                     Just one look from your eyes
Don't forget to pack your things
Then leave it all behind
Carry nothing with you
Fill up when you go
Take a big container
Not just an egg cup
Soak in the scene
Drink in the green
                               just one look from his eyes
Where has he been?
                                and what has he seen?
Oh lives that are troubled
And lives that are stressed
Living in darkness
Leaves you in a mess
Go right now
Not a moment to lose
When he opens his door
And the sun shines through...
                                                       dah/2009



Going To See The King V2(Instrumental version)

LEGS - Top Of The World

Don’t tell me no stories, don’t try to pretend
I saw you downtown with your tattooed friend
I know what happens underneath the boardwalk
Know it’s a lot more than sweet talk
Shame on you for never being the one who’s on their hands and knees
That will change and rearrange, and you will be the one who pays
***
Everyone will hate your guts, including your own mom
And you will lose all of your friends who let you tag along
And everyone will beat you up and boast of knuckle scars 
And everyone will call you slut and burn you with cigars
***
You think you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread was invented
The way you tear apart the room and when you leave I mend it
Well, I am not your seamstress, you’re not my demolition man
This is not some giant game of catch-me-if-you-can
The upper hand’s a funny thing, it’s fickle when you get it
You let it creep inside you and you clothed it and you fed it
Pretty soon it got too big, it ate up your whole soul
You pushed me every way you could thought you were in control
***
I hope that everyone will hate your guts, including your own mom
And you will lose all of your friends who let you tag along
And everyone will beat you up and boast of knuckle scars 
And everyone will call you slut and burn you with cigars
***
Why did I invest so much in something I can’t hold?
When everything is temporary, possession is so bold
Why can’t I forget to feel these feelings for a day?
Come on, baby, take your best shot, la la lie away
***
Finally, I told him that I’d had the final straw
He turned away, and then I heard a sickening guffaw
He said, what do you think you can do? You think you’re so right
When it’s time tocast the vote, I will always win the fight
***
He told me everyone will hate your guts, including your own mom
And you will lose all of your friends who let you tag along
And everyone will beat you up and boast of knuckle scars 
And everyone will call you slut and burn you with cigars


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I'm a solo artist creating my own music. Collaborations/ input/ love letters welcome!
I'm influenced by the Velvet Underground, the Mountain Goats, the Magnetic Fields, Neko Case, Sharon Van Etten, Waxahatchee, Mirah, Liz Phair, PJ Harvey.
I play banjo, violin, ukulele, musical saw, bass, keyboards, percussion, etc. 

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