Roots Music Report

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Lyrics

Surrounded by garbage

Perched on a stool

I’ll try to write songs that

Aren’t about you

The birds are extra loud

The sky is really blue

Well that’s enough creating for now,

It’s Time to text in on you again

3 glasses in of whatever rot gut

And I’m once again

Deep in your mud

3 glasses in of whatever this swill

I’m just tryin to drown you out

Your voice was once velvet,

Grazing upon my ear

you laugh through your window

What makes me stand here?

High enough to see you, upon this cinderblock

Sinkin’ in the moonlit grass

Deep into your mud again

3 glasses in of whatever rot gut

And I’m once again

Deep in your mud

3 glasses in of whatever this swill

I’m just tryin to drown you out

Take all this attention, as a compliment

You won’t notice me

At your next private event

Take all this attention, as a love note

I promise to be here, even when you go……

Even when you go, I promise to be here when you go

I’ll never leave your side, especially when you go

Per favore, vai via, tia mo.  Per favore vai via tia mo, tia mo, tia mo, tia mo, tia mo (fyi the English translation is “please go away, I love you”)

The rain may let up soon

Drops drumming through my ears

You say that I’m crazy

 I simply want to be here for you

I promise to be as quiet as a mouse

As I exit my car,

Right outside your house

3 glasses in of whatever rot gut

And I’m once again

Deep in your mud

3 glasses in of whatever this swill

I’m just tryin to drown you out