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Imaginary Girl
03:53
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My way fate rides
Killing for sport is such a damnable thing
Speeding on by
I get scorched by all the things that I want
And I want you
more than anyone wants anything in this world
I’m just dying to meet this imaginary girl
Sweet machine, butterfly
Easily the strangest thing that I’ve ever seen
Feeling alright
As she’s taking me for all that I’ve got
And I want you, more than anyone wants
Anything in this world
I’m just dying to meet this imaginary girl
My way fate rides
Killing for sport is such a damnable thing
Speeding on by
I get scorched by all the things that I want
And I want you
more than anyone wants anything in this world
I’m just dying to meet this imaginary girl
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2. |
No One Cares
02:41
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Love can be unforgiving
when the ego gets involved
I’ve a heart of problems
that remain unsolved
but honey when you break my heart
don’t stay there
honey when you break my heart
no one cares
Love in a time of terror
Clinging with our hands alone
under lock and key we keep our
hearts and homes
but honey when you break my heart
don’t stay there
honey when you break my heart
no one cares
Every time I try my luck
I end up alone
But honey when you break my heart
Don’t stay there
Honey when you break my heart
No one cares
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3. |
Malay
02:29
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Littlefield Cemetery
02:50
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Don’t nobody know where my baby goes
at night, to me
he creeps along among
the moonlight so sweet
to Littlefield Cemetery
Cutting through the dark
my light, my love
to hold my heart all else above
while they would bury me
in Littlefield Cemetery
He takes my hand
he smiles above me
piece by piece he sets me free
he wipes my cheeks
of earth and sorrow
and I know why
he brings me back to life
Don’t nobody know where my baby goes
at night, with me
lightning strikes and laboratories
we’re free
from Littlefield Cemetery
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5. |
Lost in the Sticks
03:22
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Be friends, be friends
with the voice in your ear
Neighborly, thankful and kind
for behind, behind
that sound is a lion
patron saint of all our fears
It makes sense to be confused
when you know you're alone
in the sticks and it's dark all around
Blues rainin down like hail, like hail
Hopping up like toads from the ground
Black dogs, black dogs
on the drive, at your door
gnashing their teeth in a fit
Thank god their paws
can't pull at the knob
But the man with the leash
has opposable thumbs
and a gun at his knee
and a hungry son
in the back with a board
nailed to the door
white bones on the floor
and he's moaning for more
as you realize
that your gas tank is dry
Be friends, be friends
with the voice in your ear
neighborly, thankful and kind
for behind, behind
that sound is a lion
patron saint of all our fears
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6. |
New Forest
03:23
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Take a walk into New Forest
Under the sign of a funeral moon
Bring the scourge and the metal crosses
Brush your fingers on the wood of the trees
As we hope to find
A horned God with Rosamund Sabine
And the elder sign
Echoing cracks of the burning timber
Naked before the eyes of the gods
Shimmering forms in the dead of Winter
Shivering cold in the wind, in the dark
As we hope to find
A horned God with Rosamund Sabine
And the elder sign
You cannot cross the sea
You cannot cross the sea
You cannot come
You cannot come
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7. |
Lost in the Woods
03:18
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Show me a sign
for I've lost the path and find myself alone
Swallowed up in pines
a misted mountain draped in heavy snow
Please forgive me
for my sins against your name
Lord I'm losing light and promise that I'll change
God, where are you?
There's a shadow in the brush and I'm afraid
Lord I haven't slept in days
Show me a sign
for I've lost the path and find myself alone
Swallowed up in pines
a misted mountain draped in heavy snow
Please forgive me
for my sins against your name
Lord I'm losing light and promise that I'll change
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Will St. John & His Old Fashioned Love Portland, Oregon
Will St. John makes music that ties together elements of each of the great American music genres, aesthetically inspired by HP Lovecraft and other weird fiction authors.
Will St. John & His Old Fashioned Love recommends:
King Columbia - "Potamoi Pentateuch" - EP
by King Columbia
We are all lucky to have found each other as friends, and even luckier to have been able to create music together that captures something of us as individuals and as a band of brothers.
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Old Man Mountain and Other Cautionary Tales
by The Jack Maybe Project
As the banjo player and one of the singers, I'm not unbiased, but Jack Maybe writes some of my favorite songs in an endearingly genre-unspecific way.
go to albumIf you like Will St. John & His Old Fashioned Love, you may also like:
The great 2nd LP from Matt Dorrien expands his Nilsson-y songs into bossa nova, jazz, & more, with melodies always front & center.
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My Christmas Plea
by Matt Dorrien
Portland singer/songwriter delivers a gorgeous Christmas EP, fashioned in the lush style of classics by Bing Crosby and Johnny Mathis.
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In the Key of Grey
by Matt Dorrien
Nilsson and Newman meet in Matt Dorrien’s deeply-felt piano-driven barroom ballads.
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Maer, from Switzerland, debut with a haunted (and haunting) folk song that will warm you heart as it sends shivers down your spine.
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