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Serge Bokard - Free fall

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[Verse 1]
Granddad’s boots smell like gasoline
Still kickin’ ass at age ninety-three
Said, “Son, if it ain’t broke, raise some hell”
I met a dude from Brooklyn wearin’ camo crocs
Said “Yeehaw!” and shotgunned a box of wine
Guess country’s spreadin’ just fine
[Chorus]
We still got dirt in our veins
And beer in the backseat stains
From cow tippin’ nights
To bar-fight rights
Yeah, country’s got multiple lanes
[Verse 2]
My ex moved to L.A., bought a crystal lamp
Says she’s into “moon stuff” and vegan spam
But she still cries to Garth on her yoga mat
And my new girl’s got a mullet and a pet raccoon
She shot me a wink and howled at the moon
We’re gonna be married by next June
[Chorus]
We still got dirt in our veins
And duct tape fixin’ our chains
We pray and cuss
In God we trust
And we tailgate hurricanes
[Outro]
We ain't refined, we're aged in grease
With chili dogs and tax receipts
And if it breaks? We duct and zip—
That’s redneck scholarship

Camo Crocs and Whiskey Shots

my father's antique cowbells ONE

Baby...I thought U loved me
but seems I was wrong
and some days when IO wake up
I forget that we're over...but I can still feel U
and I get sad for no reason...cause
I've changed the things I've been believing
and it makes me mad but I know it's cause
I'm hurt and I wore my fear like an old t-shirt
so worn and familiar still stained and claimed by the dirt
and I believe I could stay in this space
the certainty I held in that place
and yea
I was frozen in time
standing on broken glass and cherry wine
whistlin in the dark
straddling a lei line
just being the horse before the cart
yea and
I've changed the things I've been believing
and it makes me mad but I know it's cause
I'm hurt and I wore my fear like an old t-shirt

An Old Tshirt

1-4-2025

Indietronic Dance

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[Verse 1]
You’re clock-watchin’, waitin’ on a slammin’ door,
But my footprints vanished from your hardwood floor.
Cab light’s off, no Chevy humming in the drive,
Just a heartbeat idling—barely still alive.
Smiles run dry like the whiskey on the shelf,
Your questions echo, arguing with yourself.
I’ve been gone since the last “I love you” lied,
Now I’m smoke in the sunrise, hitchin’ ride after ride.
[Chorus]
I ain’t leavin’—I’m already gone,
Like a half-played record with the needle wrong.
Breath in the hallway, soul down the road,
A postcard sunset nobody ever owed.
Quit clingin’ tight to a rusted spark,
You can’t lasso wind in a borrowed heart.
[Verse 2]
You trace cold coffee rings on the countertop chrome,
While I’m miles outta town where the bar signs glow.
You swear you hear my boots in the attic walk,
That’s only the rafters learning how to talk.
I swapped our “maybe someday” picket-fence scene
For a fire-escape view and a kerosene dream.
Your porch light’s still fishing for my runaway face,
But I’m cracks in the pavement—can’t retrace a trace.
[Chorus]
I ain’t leavin’—I’m already gone,
Like last week’s thunder after dawn’s yawn.
Air in the hallway, soul past the line,
An out-of-tune prayer you can’t rewind in time.
Quit clingin’ tight to a rusted spark,
You can’t lasso wind in a borrowed heart.
[Bridge]
Every “sorry” bruised and late,
Every promise lost its weight.
Talk to the shadow on the wall—
I’m dust dancing freefall.
[Chorus]
I ain’t leavin’—I’m already gone,
Like moonlit tire tracks at the edge of the dawn.
Silence in the hallway, soul on the run,
No map, no rearview, chasin’ new sun.
Quit clingin’ tight to a rusted spark,
You can’t lasso wind in a borrowed heart.

Smoke on an Idle Heart

I see the shadows dance in the open air Whispers of the cosmos 
They take me there A place where time bends and stars collide 
Spirits in the sky They’re my guide 
Oh the spirits in the sky 
They call my name In their glowing light I’ll never be the same 
They sing their songs A celestial refrain 
Oh the spirits in the sky Break my chain 

Spirits in the sky

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