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Casanova
03:16
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CASANOVA
Words by K. Adkins
When we first met I felt like Casanova
From across the room I could feel you coming over
And I leapt to you like sunshine to a flower
Right then I knew I was helpless to your power
My last girlfriend you said you didn’t know her
A sip from you and my cup was spilling over
And now I'm racking my brain for something to remember
How you looked that cold night in December
A late, long walk to the car
Led by a distant star
Please tell me just how far
To get where ever you are
You left me clutching your last drink
Leaned in softly, kissed me on the cheek
And what else was my heart supposed to think
When you turned around and left me with a wink
Confusing but amusing, don't you think
A late, long walk to the car
Led by a distant star
Please tell me just how far
To get where ever you are
Where the fuck is my car
(where's my fucking car)
Lingering sounds from the bar
If I was your distant star
(distant fucking star)
Would you be my lonely guitar
Would you be this lonely guitar
...When we first met I felt like Casanova
From across the room I could feel you coming over
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Forced Metaphors
03:10
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FORCED METAPHORS
Words by K. Adkins
Metal can feel like wetness
Pity just like tenderness
And healing grace from above
Pride can be a prejudice
Hubris only confidence
And passion lust without love
Charity can feel like sinfulness
Wrapped in your own selfness
If you give without love
You’re a compass to my loneliness
When I’m lost in your wilderness
All roads lead to your love
Wagered what I had and lost
Given what our lives will cost
Taken breaths that where once mine
Let me hold you one last time
Without love, Without love
We’re just forced metaphors
Without love, Without love, Without your love
We’re just like simple similes to weak analogies
Without love, Without your love
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Jamie
03:52
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JAMIE
Words by K. Adkins
An aching for my bed
A waking for the dead
A coffin for me
You hold my body
A morning for a death
A nighttime full of sweat
A desperate man’s dreams
You contain my screams
And Jamie says she is alright
Just one more hit before first light
You can take my hand, I don’t care
Don’t leave me drowning in this chair
A room of wrong-sized doors
A maze upon your floors
The rabbit holds the key
But he can’t chase me
A leash that’s just too tight
A dog that’s worse then its bite
The sum of all my tears
You consume my fears
And Jamie says she’s alright
Just one more hit before first light
You can take my hand, I don’t care
Don’t leave me drowning in this chair
Don’t leave me drowning in this chair
In this chair…
I penned another lonesome letter today
All the words you don't wanna hear me say
Know that I'll be there if you want me to
...To see that light inside of you
(but I'll keep holding onto you)
...That's grown so faint since I met you
(I'll be standing strong for you)
And Jamie says she’s alright
Just one more hit before first light
You can take my hand, I don’t care
Don’t leave me drowning in this chair
And Jamie says she’s alright
Just one more hit before first light
You can take my hand, I don’t care
Don’t leave me drowning in this chair
Don’t leave me drowning in this chair
Don’t leave me drowning in this chair
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Want Ad
03:40
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WANT AD
Words by K. Adkins
As of this morning your mom was still dead
At least that's what the newspaper man said
Shake the alarm and wake your sleepy head
Took too long before I hit send
So now you think you know what I meant
Like every truly love this semester will end
Took out a want ad
Dictate exactly what I want to see
Looking for a post-grad
With a minor in philosophy
Took out a want ad
Now you know what to expect from me
Looking for a post-grad
With her heart set on a PhD
If we wait much longer we’re sure to reach land
I remember Columbus, his feet upon the sand
It’s a whole new world and I a whole new man
Took out a want ad
Dictate exactly what I want to see
Looking for a post-grad
With a minor in philosophy
Took out a want ad
Now you know what to expect from me
Looking for a post-grad
With her heart set on a PhD
Sometimes it takes more than a simple word
Drifting back and forth between a pen and the sword
Before we slept we had plan in place
Need you back NOW, I can no longer wait
…I can no longer wait
It’s too late for sleeping
But you're still in bed
It's like you never heard what I said
Took out a want ad
Dictate exactly what I want to see
Need you as my post-grad
With a minor in philosophy
Took out a want ad
Now you know what to expect from me
Need you as my post-grad
With your heart set on a PhD
Took out a want ad
Dictate exactly what I want to see
Why can’t you find you way back?
Following the words to me
Took out a want ad
I know that you’ll come back to me
Hate to see you so sad
I’m waiting on a bended knee
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Still Beating Heart
03:38
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Still Beating Heart
Words by K. Adkins
And I knew from the start, start
I could no longer take it
This still beating heart, heart
You had the power to drain it
Lord, you gave what I got, got
Stolen from secret locations
Down deep in the dark, dark
Brought to the light of salvation
You say to give and not count cost
Is my life worth more when it's lost
Somedays it's just too hard to try
I want you with me when I die
Take away this cup, cup
The night is cold and I'm shaking
Is it ever enough, 'nough
All that I've given you've taken
Don't lead me down, down
A road that's lost and foresaken
Can't hear the sound, sound
The beating heart is still breaking
You say to give and not count cost
Is my life worth more when it's lost
Somedays it's just too hard to try
I want you with me when I die
You say there is no bottom
How can we reach the top
You have no problem breaking
This still beating heart
And I knew from the start, start
I could no longer take it
My still beating heart, heart
You had the power to break it
Lord, you gave what I got, got
Stolen from secret locations
Down deep in the dark, dark
Brought to the light of salvation
You say to give and not count cost
Is my life worth more when it’s lost?
Some days it’s just to hard to try
I want you with me when I die
You say there is no bottom
How can we reach the top
You have no problem breaking
This still beating heart
You say there is no bottom
How can we reach the top
You have no problem breaking
This still beating heart
No longer lost, lost
But still somehow forsaken
Paid all of the cost, cost
This beating heart is still breaking
You say to give and not count cost
Is my life worth more when it’s lost?
Some days it’s just to hard to try
I want you with me when I die
Come on and bleed with me
My sweet little honey bee
Pull me tight to your chest
Let me feel your warming breath
Your body next to mine
Moving in rhythmic time
I wanna feel this way
Each and every single day
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Franklin Gotham Alexandria, Virginia
FRANKLIN GOTHAM: Pop-infused Americana three-piece from the D.C. area delivering alt-indie, folk-rock that is irrefutably refreshing. With the emotional intensity of Tom Waits and sunny vulnerability of Nada Surf, imagine Morrissey on happy pills! RIYL: The Replacements, Dawes, Mumford & Sons and Wheatus. ... more
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