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Crook (acoustic demo)
04:24
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I’m a crook
Only a crook
Only a crook is the obvious person to blame
It’s my land
My green luscious land
Asleep in the garden with the badgers and lo-fi art
I’ll fix my fists to fix that smile
Come close and swear to love me
They’ll go mad at Ivy League
The Good Ol’ Boys are on their feet
Even after all the secret fees
After two wars and black kids bleeding out in streets
I’m a crook
Only a crook
I’m sleeping in gardens with the badgers and lo-fi art
I’ll flip my switch and you’ll run miles
Come back I swear to love you
They’ll go mad at Ivy League
The Good Ol’ Boys are on their feet
Even after all the secret fees
We’ve got new wars and they’re still bleeding out in streets
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He's simple, I'm glad he hates The Wars and he hates
The great-great-great Grandfather question
He's sitting in my living room with a black girl
Chewing toothpicks from a silver case
He speaks in grave formalities, asks for help
They need help getting secrets out
So break some fingers, pull some strings
Make it quick and pass it to the Paperman
Leave words in the mailbox
Kick crimson leaves when you leave
A new age left the ballot box
I sent it to the press
That it happened not too long ago
Robert E Lee the Fifth, you know
Said goodbye to the way we love
In his cell phone in his coat a message said:
“We won the vote”
He's marrying a black girl don't you know it
He's pacing out in my front yard a drink
Or maybe twenty when the states report
She’s speaking of a tiny face beneath
A swollen sweatshirt she points to
Don't worry man, we'll win The Wars
And all will be forgiven when the votes come in
Leave words in the mailbox
Kick crimson leaves when you leave
A new age left the ballot box
I sent it to the press
That it happened not too long ago
Robert E Lee the Fifth, you know
Said fuck all to the way we love
In his cell phone in his coat a message said:
“We won the vote”
The baby’s due in April don't you know it
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Gonna end it tonight
Cold terrors in Camelot
Laying down on the floor
Under skies before satellites to light
A saddle moving East in the night
There's a bronco outside
Riding down through old Camelot
I'm headed out for the night
Under skies before satellites deploy
My family back to old Illinois
Mary taps me on the back of the hand
As Johnny shoots me in the back of the head
Under skies before satellites to light
My coffin moving West in the night
Mary’s sobbing in the back of the cab
And Johnny paces in the back of the barn
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You and I will learn the language
You and I will guard the garden
People far from now will wonder
How the hell did they survive this?
I blended you with the law boss
I have bled you in the blood loss
Children far from now will wonder
How the hell did they survive this?
Please don't ask why it is the way it is for some
For me and you it's not the hardest way to live
But it is for someone else
You and I should guard the language
‘Cause you and I will leave the garden
People far ahead will wonder
How the hell we all survived this
Please don't ask why it is the way it is for some
Too little time before they bury us alive
Please don't ask why it is the way it is for some
For me and you it's not the hardest way to live
But it is for someone else
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5. |
MLK Day (acoustic demo)
05:05
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Flew home last month for a celebration
Stared down Ulysses Grant Highway
The icicles hung off wood unpainted
Kathleen, please don’t shut that door
This time Monday
I’m on my way
To your doorway
I’m at your door
I can’t pray for our love’s salvation
Miss me, I know you never will
Cause let’s be honest we always kill the saviors
Miss you, I know we always will, that’s why
This time Monday
I’m on my way
To your doorway
I’m at your door
It’s no surprise
Throw all your wings, M. Luther King
No one came to my celebration
Nothing to buy, nothing to unwrap
Oh well
That’s why Monday
I’m on my way
To your doorway
Sweep your floorway
I’m at your door
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Fur Trader Los Angeles, California
Fur Trader is the project of LA songwriter Andrew Pelletier. Born and raised in Illinois, Fur Trader songs blend 60s folk pop with the 90s melodic complexities of Elliot Smith, and nods to the baroque folk of Sufjan Stevens. Andrew has released a number of EPs as Fur Trader and works closely with producer/engineer Beau Sorenson (Bob Mould, Sparklehorse, tUnE-yArDs) ... more
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