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Mister Foothill
03:04
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You arrive, cheap bottle of wine,
My favorite candy bar, Take 5
Ask me how I’ve been, what’s on my mind
Haven’t seen you since Christmas time
You don’t shy away from the hard stuff
Call out the problems, man, we had problems
Now we have others, a lover in Lia for me
And you and the Pink House, people spent crying
On days while I strive for greatness
Setting emotions away like how they raised me
Laughing if you show off your vulnerable side
So I’ve learned a lot about hiding
Mister Foothill:
1 ½ oz rye whiskey
1 ½ oz Cocchi Americano
½ oz yellow Chartreuse
1 dash orange bitters
Build in rocks glass, add large ice cube and briefly stir
Garnish with expressed orange peel
I made you a nightcap, I made you a burger
Ask you if break-up sex we could consider
It’s late and a long way back to the Excelsior
So you check the buses and say it’s that time
So I’ll see you at the co-op, the bulk foods section
Stocking on grains and powdery protein
I’ve been working out, but not to escape, just to feel alright
It’s nice cause the gym gets empty that hour of night
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No one can love you more than I do
But if they do, then love them too if you want to, just
Please don’t slip out in the early morning light
Tell me over a glass of rye
I just want to see you happy
“Libre, linda y loca”
Like the Spanish feminist blogs say
That we’d read in bed on Sundays
Well I’ll still read them, although it won’t feel the same
If you leave me now
Should I run into you on Market Street
With my nemesis all wrapped up in your sleeve
I’ll probably give you all my money and my blessings
Then walk away before I weep
I just want to see you happy
“Libre, linda y loca”
Like I learned when I lived in Spain
Maybe I’ll move back to the old country
San Francisco sure as hell won’t feel the same
If you leave me now
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I love you so much, babe, that’s for certain
A good run done, pull closed the curtains
Maybe there’s a reprise someday, don’t be discouraged
But what we’ve made, babe, just isn’t working
Took my jumpsuit back when you was in the bathroom
Put it in my tote bag with all the essentials
Didn’t end it then, but I wondered if I’d be in your bedroom
Ever again where the sunlight shines through, so bright
Now it’s me in the Mission, my ex in the Ex
Me in the kitchen, surveying what’s left
Sort of saying, like death it had to come
Storms hit harder when you walked out that door
Heard the fat drops fall on the windowsill of my Victorian
Flooding the backyard of my neighbors, the Mexicans
Grab my acoustic, stifle the soul singing bit
I’ve got the tissues you left on my bed
Wasted from tears that we’d alternate let
You kept my keys, said we’d still be friends
But you didn’t want your toothbrush back
Now it’s me in the Mission, my ex in the Ex
Me in the kitchen, surveying what’s left
Sort of saying, like death it had to come
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Dead Weight Sails
01:30
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I still hold hope that my dead weight sails
Will be whipped by wind
Into something more beautiful
And stronger, more vulnerable, and true
More like you
Said no amount of beaten down
Gale force storm winds
Will announce my light flag surrender, it’s true
This is about you
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