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yoohoo
02:34
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well maybe someday i’ll recall that august night
when you brought over your guitar
oh the writing was on the wall
but i ignored it all
invited you by to play terry allen songs
well you were outside and my doorbell was broken
so the last text you ever sent me was sayin
yoohoo
yooohooo
yooooohooooo
yeah someday i’ll think back with a smile
but for now i’m much more happy in denial
i’ll just be sippin on a brew
trying not brood about
all that we never got to do
like driving out to the beach in missisippi
or playing that one song on lubbock on everything where he’s singing
yooooohooooo
yooohooooo
yahoo
yeah someday when i’m drinkin herradura i’ll think
bout that time you drank too much tequila
and all our dancin in the bars
they way you held me in your arms
we whispered how are hearts were dark
we were just lookin through the lens of a summer spark
don’t regret none of it except for the part where we got
used
yeah you got used
and i got used too
well i’ll just be sittin in my room
tryin not to be thinkin bout you
soon i’ll try to meet somebody new
not be singin bout you
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my baldwin
01:55
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well i wanna go
wanna go far away from home
but if i were to go
what would become of my piano
and all those songs i wrote
that i haven’t yet told
i’ve been schemin of the west
the textures of texas the desert air so fresh
and driving ranch past ranch
til i hit big bend
where i can pitch my tent
lay my head to rest
but from that tent i know that i would dream
bout that baldwin sittin back in new orleans
and the stories that it has seen released from me to its keys
oh i can’t leave
i can’t leave
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snowin' in santa fe
01:55
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oh it’s snowin today in santa fe
maybe i shoulda stayed out there a year ago today
and filled my lungs with mountain air
spent my saturdays in the square
oh i’d feel great there! or at least okay
i’d take day trips up to taos
buy myself an adobe house
and meditate every mornin
transcend all my shortcomings
and find peace in the rocks and quiet sounds
but instead i drove back to new orleans
missed my keys missed the marchin in the streets
and a love who covered songs
like snowin on raton
oh he’d play ‘em and he’d sing ‘em just for me
but it’s quiet now he’s been gone
i clung to that love for far too long
coulda been drinkin in oxygen bars
instead of drinkin with my guitar
tryna fill this quiet that feels so wrong
oh it’s snowin today in santa fe
i shoulda stayed out there a year ago today
and filled my lungs with mountain air
spent my saturdays in the square
i’d feel great there or at least okay
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4. |
monday through monday
01:57
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on monday you’ll find me workin in a garden
prunin trees and pullin weeds in a sea of green
by tuesday you’ll find me playing my guitar in
a dark bar down in old arabi
on wednesday i’ll wake up play piano in the mornin
then lay down my other blues in therapy
by thursday you’ll find me workin back in the garden
and singin my blues beneath the tangerines
on friday i’ll be workin in a different kind of garden
where the bottles of booze and kegs of beer flow free
and saturday you’ll find me back at that old baldwin
with a bit of whiskey and a booker melody
on sunday i’ll be workin back in the bar barbackin
fetchin titos for those folks in luxury
and on monday i’ll wake up go back to the garden
and see what’s changed what has bloomed in just a week
see what’s changed what has bloomed in just a week
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