1. |
Nowhere
03:11
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It’s up in smoke
And that Holy Ghost
Is loud and clear
coming right through
Call it close
A fatal dose
Or highway robbery
Salt in the wound
And it’s what it is
It’s who we are
Been wondering
Have we gone too far
Out of sight
And out of mind
Nowhere
A little strange
Rearranged
When your homeland
Wins the lottery
A Powerball
Build that wall
And when that Anthem plays
Don’t you take a knee
But these cocaine lines
On our mirror
Have made it hard
For us to see clear
Out of sight
Out of mind
Nowhere
But O sweet Cyrus
Won’t you come and heal our land
Like the old king of kings
And an American Flag
Tell tall tales
Use them words the best ones you have
Cause God only knows
The first stay first and they last stay last
And out of sight
Out of mind
Nowhere
It’s up in smoke
And that Holy Ghost
Is loud and clear
But we don’t want you
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Apostasy
03:24
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Head over heels the earth is gone
Dead in the water coming undone
Remember the sound of your fall from grace
Meat on the bone won't go to waste
Thrown to the wolves a slap in the face
But you got out clean
Apostasy
Head full of secrets but nothings wrong
Turns out that faking it is a turn on
Lie to yourself until you believe
Shake a few hands kiss a few babies
The weight of it all has got you weak in the knees
But you got out clean
Apostasy
And nothing wrong
No nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong with me
Though I’m ill prepared
There’s nothing wrong with me
Though I overshare
There’s nothing wrong with me
And I know you’re scared
There’s nothing wrong with me
And I still don’t care
I don’t care
Remember the sound of your fall from grace
Meat on the bone won't go to waste
Can’t go home oh a slap in the face
But you got out clean
Apostasy
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3. |
Boiled Twice With Iodine
03:01
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I don’t know it tastes fine
Boiled twice with iodine
Fell in love like moonshine
And it’ll leave you blind
Cataracts and hindsight
Whiskey neat and bar fights
Found a girl that feels right
And she has the time
Plans change
And the world spins on
The Sun sets
Rises at dawn
Mercy
Please don’t be
Long
The birds and bees
Our economy
May crash and burn
Locked down and wound tight
Losing sleep and birth rates
Ban a flag and criticize
Them old rebel ways
Coming down on heritage
Goddamn right our privilege
Trail of tears I don’t give a shit
I want my Dixieland
Plans change
And the world spins on
The Sun sets
Rises at dawn
Mercy
Please don’t be
Long
This conspiracy
Pornography
Has taken hold
Plans change
And the world spins on
The Sun sets
Rises at dawn
Mercy
Please don’t be
Long
Well pardon me
Your idolatry
Has found a home
I don’t know it tastes fine
Boiled twice with iodine
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roemer Weimar, Germany
Sacred and profane folk on Old Bear Records, living in Weimar and playing small-body 12-fret guitars.
roemer recommends:
Hands down one of the best songwriters in the Berlin folk scene.
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A good friend and fellow Co-Host of the weekly open stage at Prachtwerk in Berlin-Neukölln.
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Good friends in the Pacific North West making some great music.
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