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Live in Studio

by Dylan Moses & Friends

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1.
It was a worn out day and the pavement ash blew me along the street When I saw your face it hit me like a lash or a bolt of solid heat You'd knelt to pray with the tramps in the trash in a dress so white & neat How could it not leave an impression? I should've known fate would decide I'd be the next one you'd treat I should've known it was a lie when I said I was not a cheat And promised the rainbows of my mind if you could just find me something to eat How could you resist my desolation? You might say a downbeat aesthete is more than a bum I never said that's what I was but the part describes me some Still wish u hadn't pegged me as one. Ur prophets protest as they eat filet that you & I were meant to be They say little jester you're on your way, I find that hard to believe Though I'm well-dressed I just get depressed over the fat magistrate who knighted me I did not think much of me Your parents coo over liver & veal of how we fit so nicely Like brokedown shoes with a worn out heels their voices flap by me If it were news that I could steal you for your money, it wouldn't surprise me How can I convince you not to fight for me? You might say a rought start and cold heart are things to overcome Well, it just takes one to fall apart and go back where he's from I can't be caught playing dumb The ladies of the night on the boulevard they feel my pain I used to see them twice to walk the graveyard & echo my refrain That when I come home there are no lights and my heart starts at the howl of the train It seems you don't mind going to bed without me The nuclear rats in the city sewers can drink my champagne While in the chats of your garden hewers who the hedges they derange I hear you brag of how I'm living truer, that's a frightful strain Why do you tell them & not me? Who's to blame for all these aims that never helped anyone. It's just a game that makes me say my heart weighs a ton When I never tried ramblin neath the sun You'll still have your flock of geese & peasants daughters to attend So when I get mocked by ur police won't you wait round the bend There will be the socks of other destitutes to mend Go to them now and not to me Ur profiteers/privateers wear hearts on sleeves they're following the trend Ur old rough muskateers with pipes in teeth, even they comprehend But it's the balladeers on the corners streets who have my sentiments to vend Have you not heard the paper boy say to me? That when the world comes to its end and the dream is undone; and the hands you lend and money you spend don't make no friends and it's no more fun to be the one who cranks the sun (Baby, then its done) You always thought I was so good, maybe now you know That when I talked to you in the 'hood' it was not because you were so appealing to me, no, I just thought I ought to make a show Of trying to look a little bit happier But now it strikes me that at the time I was living like a ghost I could not honestly name my desire for fear I'd offend my host But just some company in bed and wine was what I wanted the most But now you won't ever, will u, be much of a drinker? For being mean and the need to bleed I can't be overcome I know pettiness & ingratitude don't make for much of a good chum I'd cheer you for beating that drum I used to take you round the slums to look for those in want I used to take you while you'd hum of how my face looked so gaunt I used to take you for kind of numb to my ghastly holy font But lately I've been wonderin Why it was you took me to your arms at all Why you used all your charms to keep me so small Was there some harm in my way you didn't want me to befall What if the harm was just remainin? You know my heart honey it stays with you I don't what I'd do with it, anyway, it isn't very true & I just cannot reckon with the part of me that feels you been used so please won't you just let me go now? You'd be right to say it took me just as long to run As it did for you to go on prentendin I'd ever be won To the settled life I swore yesterday to shun O, baby now its done
2.
In the homes of mathematicians you were what I knew, Where numbers make you kneel and calculation turns you blue You were what was for real so I'll sit down and wait for you (I hope you don't forget to come back for me) I always wake up dreamin of our moon-lit sacred space How your dark eyes in relief from the paleness of your face Were silhouetted like the summers trees, how your words touched me like lace (I hope that sometimes yer rememberin') I always wake up seeming so out in the unknown In this empty bedroom hole, it seems I've never grown 'Cross the street the neighbor trolls drink, shout, n slur & moan (I hope you'll come take me from here) Refrain/Moan That night if I could relive over forever more And keep your smile to my mind's eye, so mystical and warm If the film did not break down & die, & the words not fade to lore (Then I'd have no reason to keep seekin') Then I could give, to my children to hold And to say over to their children, “that's how grandpa lost his soul An tho it is not forbidden, beware when that bell tolls (For the one who might take you away from you)” And tho we did not touch, I still felt so near to you I chase that night we talked till morn, tho the sequels aren't as true It leaves me hollow & forlorn, your face is one I knew (But somewhere the thread in my mind was shorn from me to you) Refrain/moan The chances I have not took shake me at the witches hour, They write me into a book, pitiful and sour Bereft and feeling overlooked I'd be utterly devoured (Were it not for the night frogs trillin) To remind me of the many cries that we must let, To remind me of the many sighs unuttered yet & tho some may die on silenced ears and some we may forget (That's no reason for to cease cease callin) Now I've got sights to behold, worlds to ramble on, Fantasy must be played, she greets us at the dawn For the toils and fruits laid of a day given over & bygone May be waiting to meet us somewhere
3.
I'm goin home to find myself a love I'm goin home to break my heart in two When I get home I'll give the dog a walk And then I'll send the other have to you Daddy says he'll cook up something good I'm goin home to get back on my feet I jus need to have someplace to go When I get there this sadness will retreat Gonna treat myself good, live like I should Get up when the sun rises, sleep under the stars It's April after all, it'll be alright I'm goin home to get my room cleaned up I'm headed there in time to break it off Goin home to raise the family cup And lean back on their arms till I'm well off I'm goin home for no more than a week I'm goin home because I lack the strength To pretend there's a promise I can keep Or act like I love in the same way Gonna tell her no lies, cut all my ties Speak it to her softly now, they find out anyway It's April after all, it'll be alright I'm goin home to play fetch with the cat Goin home to put the dog to sleep Cannot say I've done this in the past When I get there what will he think of me? Mama says she hates this job the most Clearing out this old and messy house Every room another set of ghosts Goin there to see if I can help Gonna lighten my heart, try and do my part Become a vegetarian, take the spiders to the yard April after all I'm goin home maybe this time is the last I'm goin home to make myself anew I'm goin home I hope I don't come back I hope my old friends notice how I grew I'm goin where they drink that wine all day I'm goin home where they got nothin more than to watch the world from far away I'm goin to remind them of the poor And if they say boy you need some employ that's what all the birds are for, I work with my ears its april after all Goin where it doesn't hurt so bad Gonna try and block out all the hate The way this dog can't stand it makes me sad How I left her man it was too late I'm goin home to watch the blue jays fly Goin home to sit on the front porch Gonna let the summer moths roll by Cause that's when my worries get the worst And if it don't take, if my mind breaks Just remember how I was as a little child Alone with little thoughts.

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released October 11, 2016

Dylan McGonigle on Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
Jace Hughes on Electric Guitar
Andrew Wilson on Keys
Skylar Cowdry on Bass
Bree Plaster on Drums

Recorded at Element Recording Studios in Kansas City
Engineering and mastering by Joel Nanos
Mixing and co-production by Jace Hughes
Music and Lyrics by Dylan McGonigle

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