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A Song for the Summer
03:06
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Feels like the sun coming through my window.
Feels like I'm sleeping in a glowing womb.
The voices outside softly echo,
singing a mellifluous, soft, bright summer tune.
Come lay your head down on my chest now.
The night will fall down on us soon.
You rise and fall in time with my breath how
soft your face looks lost in the light of the moon.
Nobody really knows how the chorus goes
but we go in when we can.
And hell, the beer is cold,
yeah and I get gold from the six strings in my hand.
By now the fire is burning ember.
In the blink of an eye the night fell through.
I rack my brain but I can't remember
just how I woke up next to you.
And nobody really knows how the chorus goes
but we go in when we can.
And hell, the beer is cold,
yeah and I get cold from the six strings in my hand.
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2. |
Magnetude
04:21
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You, out on the blue.
Me, looking out at the sea.
Where could you be?
Shouldn't be so hard for me to pick up the telephone.
Here is the bottle and there is the light,
shut it off and we'll do this thing right.
A silhouette of curtained moonrise dancing tip-toed down my spine.
Watching time recede in shadowed lines with mirage-mangled eyes.
You were through being abused,
so you packed up your pile of missed cues,
but you tied your shoes so slow that night.
You picked your poison.
Out of all the other boys in the bar winking wet eyes to woo you,
you tied me on, and now I'm watching you die.
Shouldn't be so damn hard for you to say goodbye.
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3. |
Distance
03:41
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When you're minus three in zone
you could pick my pocket through the phone, disconnect my socket from the bone with a fed-up sigh.
And in your smoker's hole
you will make a fast new friend and when you take a drag the ember from the end will light your eyes.
And he will fantasize.
Oh my mind, how adept at drawing lines out of thin air.
While you were away
I kicked the habit, compromised, amid the avid self-destruction I downsized.
And now when you step outside
to breathe the cool night air and share with anyone who's there my mind screams
"please don't kill yourself with anyone else but me."
Ten feet from the front door or ten thousand miles?
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4. |
Wolves in a Windstorm
05:02
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Outside power lines swing free to scorch the frozen ground,
crawling and alive with dancing leaves.
We're locked up inside now to listen to the sound
of the windows rattling, groaning at the greaves.
We sat 'round the kitchen table, told old stories.
Eyes glowing bright like wolves in the forest at night.
Waiting on the right time to howl at the moon.
What if this storm never dies and we grow old here locked inside?
I don't think we'd last too long before
we started to eat each other alive.
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5. |
Frozen Fenway Fingers
04:21
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Five innings in at Fenway, and I can't feel my fingers.
Midway through April, but a frigid February still lingers.
And I can't help but feeling like winter's only hanging on
because I know when June rolls around and kills the clouds,
you'll be gone.
I'll miss the way that we drank ourselves to sleep
and smoked cigarettes out the front room window in the city glow.
And there's no way that Oklahoma could ever own up
like I do
to the empty spaces left to be rued
and do right by you.
I will do right by you.
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6. |
State Street
04:32
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I'm made up of salt water wind.
Can you taste me on your tongue as the breeze blows me in?
Sometimes I feel like this city is my best friend,
but not even State Street could ever justify my means with the ends.
Headed downtown on a busted spoke
just for five old movies and a can of coke.
And I know I'm pushing broke,
but I would drop every last dime in the record store with you.
Cuz I know no matter how much I owe, that the music will always be there to see me through.
And I hope you feel that way too.
Take pleasure in the little things: A set of brand new strings and the smell of a bright summer moon. I like to make you laugh when you're not in the mood.
They can take away everything from me but they'll NEVER get their hands on State Street in June.
And I don't see it leaving my mind anytime soon.
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Josh Eacrett Seattle, Washington
Josh Eacrett is based in Seattle. Feel free to contact him at josheacrett@gmail.com. Follow his Facebook music page (link directly below) for updates on shows in the Seattle area. New full-length album, Sing Your Way Home, released July 19th!
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