Sing me that song
play that old tune
you know the words I want to hear
that paper moon is floding the room
my heart runs through a blind alley
Tell me a tale, tell me that hate
is something of the past
that's not my style, I'm not telling you lies
I like to drink clear water.
As the day grows the night dies slowly
the darkness has gone to sleep
I'm soaked to the bones, I'm trying to go home
trying to get to your fire.
Hard times are, gone good times are coming
that's what it suposses to be
I'll be squeezing your fur coat
searching for your shoes
don't think about tomorrow.
Play me a song, sing that old tune
I want to hear it one more time
nothing is forever thought it seems to be endless
even a hard rock knows it.
As the day grows, the night dies slowly
sweet melodies in the air
I don't know where do this road leads
maybe tomorrow I'll be out of here
I'll be next to your fire.
Produced by BADBADNOTGOOD, the Atlanta vocalist and songwriter's new album is a tenacious mix of R&B, jazz, psych, and Americana. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024