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by âme solitaire

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sundowners was recorded by joe perez at his studio in grand rapids.

western coast, eastern exposure was recorded by rick johnson at cold war studios in grand rapids.


released August 7, 2015



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Track Name: sundowners
im feeling hungry, it’s twelve o clock
youre feeling high, but not high enough
these nights mean nothing, they’re all we got
running out of gas, running out of luck

tonight feels dead, ty turned and said
“this town’s a grid, im plugging in”
i picked you up, you smoked me down
we cracked a window and drove around

so much espresso, so little sleep
from living room hangs to house parties
to late night restaurants and your green couch
to running shoes songs on the drive home

tonight’s alive with the hope that I
make better choices than I did last night
i dropped you off, turned music on
good thing my horse knows how to get me home

we’re north of midnight
at a west side house
we’re burning every blue bridge
we strike our matches on
we’re east of diamond
im south of twenty one
so we skip the bar tab
and take a liquor run
Track Name: western coast, eastern exposure
last night I dreamt of you, I guess sleep was on my side
I couldn’t fall asleep, the moon was in my eyes
we kept the fire burning late into the night
we watched the freighters swimming passing by and by

we had “pachuca sunrise” playing on repeat
we let the honey whiskey bring us down to sleep
we hid ourselves between summer’s blossomed trees
lullabied at night by songs of coastal breeze

and we chased shooting stars
we got lost in the dark

after packing up you left town on a bus
three days in such a place is never quite enough
I made some bad decisions, and headed back up north
my ship can’t find a home, I travel port to port

maybe I’ll see when the seasons bring us snow
when maps and highways bring us slowly back to home
if not, I’ll see you when the snow does surely melt
only hoping that you feel the way I felt

we chased shooting stars
we got lost in the dark

we mistook the moving cars
for the waves washed up on shore