Awayness

by Louis Slums

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released June 8, 2016

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Track Name: Young Joan
Hey Young Joan Didion
Could you let me stand next to you?
I'm young--I'm an idiot--
But could I mean something more to you?

Hey Young Joan Didion
Could I be what you want me to be?
Drug-free, 'cept for nicotine.
Well it seems I could kick most anything.

Could I mean something more to you?
Never once thought I'd be what I do.
Track Name: Sick Day
Took a sick day on a Friday
I'm not sick
Tired of shit so now it's my day
That's alright
They occupy my mind with junk mail to fill my time
There's always something, isn't there
So we don't riot

Wish you could be my friend
But we work different shifts
You could be my friend
But we work different shifts

Took a lover on vacation--easy times
Just a minor indentation to return to
In this slog of forty hours you're on your own
But it's all good you already know
You understand

That you can't be my friend
Because we work different shifts
You can't be my friend
Because we work different shifts
Track Name: Whiskey in my Teacup
Whiskey in my teacup
No mugs for you here
You can hit the corner
I know you prefer beer
Or just go back to your loft
Take a break from my strange ways
Have yourself a talk
Circle jerk with the boys who hate DJ's

You never felt so white

Whiskey in my teacup
No drugs for you now
You can hit your connect
I don't wanna let you down
But they might make me drop at work
Nobody of it is worth
I don't have the time for them
That's just my side of the line

You never felt so white

Fumblin' around
I'm from out of town
Everywhere I'm found
This land ain't my land, man
Track Name: Somewhere
You offer her a bowl but she don't smoke.
You try to win her over with a joke.
But when she finally looks your way, unimpressed,
It feels like your standing there undressed.

You come into her life at a bad time.
You say that every time is a bad time.
But it's beginning to feel like spring again.
Believe it's here, it's here, we win.

When you see her in the sun
With a friend just having fun,
Watch the wind blow through her hair.
You wanna go with her somewhere.
She's in the kind of clothes you like.
She really seems like she's your type.
You wanna make her care.
You wanna go with her somewhere.
Track Name: Sweet Addiction
My baby's in a mood again.
I wish we didn't co-depend, oh, but she's
The only person here for me--
My only honest companion.
She always leaves a dollar out.
Her nose is always running down, oh, but I
Just wanna lay down by her side.
Just wanna hold her tight.

Sweet addiction--
I think I need a little something
To get me through--
Something new--
Something I haven't tried yet.
Track Name: Night Out on Your Balcony
Afternoon in Paris of Iowa pretending we're
Someplace sexier and makin' it feel true.
Walkin' by where writers live you seem to know more than I do.
You show me where you wanna rent. We walk the halls,
Look at people's shoes.

Night out on your balcony--I'm insisting I'm
Somehow different now from everyone back home.
Every conversation alters my perspective.
We're gonna see it all--
Our sun will never set, no.

You remind me of when everything was new.
Conning it back to the highlight of my youth.
Common as it is to give in to something blue,
It was rare, that night out on your balcony.
Track Name: Flat Land
I can let you rag on my hometown--it's only where I'm from.
But you're a freak too, and you know it.
Let me show you around sometime.
I can let you rag on my hometown--I know it isn't much.
Just watch that you say something nice too.
We might lose touch.

You can show me how I been missing out, soon as I get back.
I'm feeling the flat land making me small. I feel the lack.
Catch me up, hip me to the game.
We'll both keep our names--what good is staying the same?

The dark comes up from the ground.
The dirt that made my bones.
How much of it is left?
And if I'm something new, what do I miss?

We can go for coffee late at night--you can do that there.
Only tell me what you want me to know. No allegiance to anywhere.
Just give me a week or two at most to sort through my shit.
I just need to lay low for a while, then goodbye to all this.

The dark comes up from the ground.
The dirt that made my bones.
How much of it is left?
And if I'm something new, what do I miss?

Say what you will of my hometown.
I always lived in my own town.
You can't move in you can't move in.
You can't move in if you tried.
We're all stuck--we're all tied.

The dark comes up from the ground.
The dirt that made my bones.
How much of it is left?
And if I'm something new--
Track Name: Man Holds Fish
Our man is holding out alone.
His family all moved out.
They're gone for good.

Our man holds a fish up to a camera.
He's looking for love and it's eluding him.
Ain't it hard?
With no passenger to take a photograph.
Uh, how to work the flash--
Ain't it such a pointless catch unless
Someone sees?

Our man is falling out with he knows.
Our man is drifting out.
We don't care at all.

Our man holds a fish up to a camera.
He's looking for love and it's eluding him.
Ain't it hard?
With no passenger to take a photograph.
No, how to work the flash--
Ain't it such a pointless catch unless
Someone sees?
Track Name: Inspiration Runnin Dry
I went over to my brother's house.
His kids were over--I'm another mouth.
The youngest one just sits and stares me down.
The oldest one asks me what I'm doing around.

Inspiration is runnin' dry.
Inspiration [unintelligible].
I ain't write shit. I ain't wrote this down.
I ain't write shit. I'm tired.