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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Home Again / Storm Chaser, Rambler, Sleeping Village, Chicago, IL (2/15/2023) [Live Bootleg], Versions of Love Songs, Anything Left, ALL I AM IS ALL I HEAR - REMIXES, and ALL I AM IS ALL I HEAR - EP.
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Wichita
04:03
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we could go out to the movies
or we could just go to bed
cuz i know there’s something good
that’s playing in the back of your head
we could go out to the party
dressed up in each other’s clothes
cuz there’s something bout your leather jacket
that makes me feel like we’ve been growing old
anywhere you wanna go
anywhere you wanna be
anywhere you wanna go
anywhere is good enough for me
we could move to california
cuz you got fired from your job
and i know there’s something waiting for us
just as soon as we pass wichita
and anywhere you wanna go
and any place you wanna see
and whichever way this river flows
is exactly where i’m gonna be
let’s pack the car and hit the road
and say goodbye to our families
untie the knots and cut the rope
and call upon the cavalry
we’ll go anywhere you wanna go
we’ll go any place you wanna see
cuz anywhere you wanna go
is good enough for me
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2. |
Lookin' at You
05:27
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try to keep my eyes on the road
but you’re staring at the moon while I’m driving you home
you say look at those clouds, can you see it now?
they look just like a guy i used to know
and we have so much time
we have all the time we wanna take
can i spend my time
looking at the world through your eyes
cuz i like looking at you looking at the world
i like noticing you noticing things
i like looking at you looking at the world
i like noticing you noticing me looking at you
try to keep my head screwed on straight
but you’re staring at the trees while the radio plays
and you won’t see that dead deer, i’ll pretend it disappeared
from the shoulder of the road where it lays
and we have so much time
we have all the time we wanna take together
can i spend my time
looking out at the world through your eyes
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Hotel Lobby
04:16
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i hope when they find my body
there’s a smile on my face
dropped dead in the hotel lobby
just looking for a place to rest my head
to rest my head
i lived my life on camera
just shooting in the dark at something
i tried to keep my hands on
but it’d already slipped so far away
so far away
and i don’t wanna know
i don’t know a thing about living
i don’t wanna know
i don’t know a thing about dying
and when they search thru my belongings
i hope they find what they left
every half finished song i was writing
that they had planted in my chest
so long ago
they were way too far away
and i don’t wanna know
i don’t know a thing about living
i don’t wanna know
i don’t know a thing about lying to ya
i don’t wanna know
i don’t know a thing about loving you
i don’t wanna know
i don’t wanna think about dying
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Aphasia
04:04
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When I Get Home
02:07
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the people at the bus stop are kissing
they won’t see when the buses come and go
and as i’m driving past them
i find myself a-wishing
i’d be kissing you when i get home
listen to the wind blow down the highway
listen to it carrying my poem
as i sing it to you dear
you know i mean it so sincere
i’ll be kissing you when i get home
this ramblin’ life is making me so weary
it feels like every day just takes its toll
and my songs don’t feel so clever
but i’m trying to remember
i’ll be kissing you when i get home
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Feed Me With Your Hands
04:06
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i’d walk into traffic
with both my eyes closed
if you were driving
towards me on the high road
and you wouldn’t see me coming
and i’d roll over your windshield
right into the backseat
of your of your mom’s toyota
we wouldn’t tell her nothing, no
but we’d pull right over
and stare at each other
through the reflections of the rear view
you’d be the stick in my spokes
like all the honey i’ve been choking on
you stopped me in my tracks
just when i thought i was moving on
and i would climb onto your mountaintop
with no rope, no stair, no vine
we could stay awake for weeks on end
and start forgetting how to close our eyes
you’ll feed me with your hands
i’ll feed you with mine
and i’d drown in the river
if you were at the bottom
fill my throat with pebbles
and pour sand in my pockets
whatever makes it quicker
whatever helps me get to you, dear
and we could build a life there
down in the estuary
living among the fishes
and we could start a family
and we could raise our children
they will guide us to the surface
you’d still be the stick in my spokes
like all the honey i’ve been choking on
you stopped me in my tracks
just when i thought i was moving on
we’ll start looking like each other
through everyone else’s eyes
find out that growing old together
happens one day at a time
feed me with your hands
oh, feed me with your hands
feed me with your hands
i’ll feed you with mine
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Too Many
02:41
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there’s too many books
there’s too many faces
i don’t think my brain ever could
remember this kind of information
there’s too many names
there’s too many confessions
i don’t think we met each other yet
but you could connect us
there’s too many bugs inside of this house
there’s too many cups stacked up in my room
there’s too many tongues inside of my mouth
there’s too many people that haven’t been you
there’s too many crooks
inside of this basement
and there’s too many photographs
that haven’t been taken, taken, taken
there’s too many messages
inside of a phone
there’s no way i could feel alone
i’ve been this way a dozen years or so
i know that i’m spiraling out of control
there’s too many movies
where i should’ve cried, i know i should’ve cried
there too many people, people, people
and i don’t want to die
there’s too many years i can’t remember
there’s too many hours i’m needing to sleep
there’s too many ways that i could forget you
but there’s too many secrets you need me to keep
there’s too many eggs inside of my omelette
there’s too many words i want to say to your face
there’s too many stars inside of a sky
too many signs to ever feel out of place
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8. |
Mosier
04:20
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big crop circle
dead grass whirlpool
i wonder who you’re flagging down
alien life forms
foreign hiveswarms
i’d like to think they’re flying round me
close encounters
sine wave showers
oh i would give, give anything
just to see a
morse code reading
you’re signaling through my ceiling fan
i’ve been waiting
for an earthquake or a miracle maybe
just something godforsaken
‘cause it would be so nice to see you again
casanova
passing over
i don’t wanna be your left behind
understanding
another crash landing
i’m home again, i’ll bide my time
‘cause i’ve been waiting
for an earthquake or a miracle maybe
some kind of expert explanation
‘cause it’d be so nice to see you again
wholesale lovers
distant mothers
i’m spiraling and you won’t forget
what was spoken
what i broke then
i wanna be your kid again
and i’m still waiting
for an earthquake or a miracle maybe
just let me know what it’ll take please
‘cause it would be so nice to see you again
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D.B. Cooper
05:06
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i had a dream
all the people on this plane
they were conspiring
to rob me while i slept
and they took everything
and they laughed right in my face
while i was suffering
no, i couldn’t leave
without a dollar to my name
there would be no bargaining
but they never even said
what they could want from me
so while i pleaded and i begged
they dragged me from my seat
and they rifled thru my bones
when i woke up from my dream,
they’d returned me everything
my wallet and my keys
and at least a dozen other things
but i thought i’d lost it all
i had a dream
all the people in my life
they all just ran from me
and the monster i’d become
was too far out of reach
and the only thing i needed
was someone to see
that i was lonely on my own
when i woke up from my dream,
everything was as it seemed before
my hunger and my greed
were at normal quantities
but i thought i’d lost it all
i had a dream
i was falling into nothing
into everything
and the people from the plane
they point and laugh at me
they cracked their knuckles and they started
to chase me down the street
and i ran till my feet bled
when i woke up finally
i found myself fifteen again
i hadn’t done a thing
there was nothing i was running from
but i thought i’d lost it all
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10. |
To Be On Your Own
02:27
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the sound of my own footsteps
the pounding in my head
it’s a quiet revolution
towards the butt end of the bread
a dozen roads behind me
a thousand more to go
this is what it feels like to be on your own
the weight upon my backpack
the guitar in my hand
a crystal ball predicted
I’d be buried in the sand
wasn’t sure i’d make it
but i wake up every morn
oh this is what it feels like to be on your own
my baby‘s in chicago
i’m just across the pond
i’d fly to you tomorrow
if you promise to hold on
i never knew what love was
but you finally changed my tone
no more heavy heavy silence
from the dark end of the phone
we’ll stay rolled up in the covers
from the minute i get home
oh this is what it feels like to be on your own
oh this is what it feels like to be on your own
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Samuel Aaron Chicago, Illinois
Samuel Aaron has no interest in appearing nonchalant.
The Chicago-based, Portland-born
artist has a refreshingly earnest approach to making music, weaving together insightful lyricism, colorful arranging, and soulful vocal performances.
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