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lyrics
I can dip myself in gold,
And travel to places bought and sold
among men.
Oh will I ever be whole again?
I can paint a pretty face,
On top of my frown,
I've gotta get out of this place.
But I keep humming and fumbling along,
Singing my same old song,
And it goes,
Oh poor old me,
Oh the things I've seen.
I can paint a picture of my love for you
Weren't I your muse
Weren't I your muse
Weren't I your muse
Weren't I your
Greatest work so far?
Weren't I a part of you?
Wasn't it a good time,
laying all your limelight on me?
When it was just you and me,
And your best work of art.
credits
released June 4, 2021
Aubrey Hays - vocals, songwriting, piano
Ethan Ames - lead guitar
Nick Manka - drums
Samuel J Howden - trumpet
Taylor Turner - bass guitar
Producer Credits - Einar Pederson and Chris "Frenchie" Smith
The English lyrics on the LP were such a pleasant surprise. But there's a very natural and spiritual quality that anyone can translate. Think the comfort of hot tea on a chilly spring morning- where everything is still and just shaking off the chill of winter but, it's a bit green and you can feel the promise of the warmth to come. And you can't help but smile as you breathe it in. That's what this record sounds like, from beginning to end. Clara Rose