Nicotine buzz on the fire escape
Peach fuzz humming on your neck nape
Summertime leaves a warm taste
Now I'm licking my lips until the cracks break

Always been a sucker for the old days
A song sounds sweeter every time it's played
But I'm not stuck, I'm a hurricane
Spinning circles round the edges of a clean break

Always running to the next green garden
With a fire in the back of my throat
I'm telling myself I build bridges out of wood smoke
While running from the horns of a billy goat

I picture your face when I don't feel brave
I haven't even seen it in a million days
But I'm not stuck, I'm an earthquake
Shaking to the rhythm of a heartache

You made love like you were chasing a storm
Pouring down rain, coffee on the porch
Let's do it again, are  you tired yet?
Let's do it again and again

But you gave yourself away 
When you traced maps all over my face
Then folded them into a crane
A paper plane in the eye of a hurricane

I knew you couldn't stay 
When you traced a map all over my face
Folded it into a crane
A paper plane in the belly of an earthquake

Paper Plane

February Jam

Wayfinder

Didn't I

Augustus' Teeth

Did You See Me Cry

This track is from the album William Bradford and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/williambradford

For Sometime

Luna knew how to leave the ground
It cost her her life, she fell a long long way down
Luna lives in an ivory shell
Circling the world like a shadowy carousel 

Luna, show your face tonight
Beam me up
Luna, it's only you and me tonight
Fill my cup

Luna didn't cry the day she fell
She folded up her wings, she was a fallen angel
Her only sin was her loneliness
Fated to oppose, she is the queen of darkness

Luna, show your face tonight
Beam me up
Luna, it's only you and me tonight
Fill my cup


Piano, backup vocals, and shaker: Colin Mong

Luna

Practicing mastering techniques. Still a work in progress. Also added vocal overdubs to bolster the chorus and worked on the overall mix.

Summer Nights (Master Test)

Orange push-pops on the back stoop
I was looking like you
You with your toehead hair
Selling lemonade and mud pies
To unsuspecting passersby
I guess they saw right through us

Scheming out loud
No girls allowed
Slipped and the fever broke
We were walking a tight rope

Fast forward to summer '08
I was sleeping anywhere else just to lay awake
But I was home the week you ran away
And when they cops came
They thought we needed to be saved

You from your hell fire
Me from my crying
But we slipped and our faith broke
We were walking a tight rope

Your mind is a galaxy
I believe in you, do you believe in me?
Let's get carried away
Turning lemons into lemonade

February Jam

Sean Wintrow

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