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Ballad of Pretty June
06:55
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A child’s fancy is a curious thing
When the days last longer than the black water breeze
In my 13th year my father fell
And I was all that was left for my mother to sell
And I’m oh –oh, I’m over due
Mr. Ames owned the tannery
My mother said a find husband he’d be
An older man to hold my little hand
Dance me across to some promised land
William Wythe was an honest child
An easy manner and an open smile
Lived up the hollow on a poor man’s farm
And in a manner of speech I fell to his charms
Tell my sisters, tell my brothers I’m gone
Say I’m sorry to my mother-in-law
It’s only money only money that’s all
And I’m oh –oh, I’m over due
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Where went old Elijah?
Elijah who is gone
Please come back poor Elijah
We should never have left him alone
We should never have left him alone
When first I met Elijah
He was older than the stones
Alone lived old Elijah
Just Stories, skin and bones
Stories, skin and bones
It made sense in my memory
When first I saw Its face
That never would I forget it
Nor would it be replaced
Nor would it ever be replaced
I’d have lived a good and true life
Just to know Its name
I’d fly it from the parapets
I’d shout it without shame
I’d shout it without shame
Nothing comes from nothing
And nothing’s left he was told
Moved on to drier country
You grow when you can grow
You grow when you can grow
The desert night blows cold
The winds whip a devil’s storm
The day screams please forgive me
I bleached the Earth to bone
I bleached the Earth to bone
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Zero Sum
06:01
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My car aint built for these roads
My heart aint made for this load
I thought that you were much older
Shouldn’t listen what a little girl says
I should’ve treated you colder
Don’t worry your pretty little head
I’m a zero sum I’m a zero sum
Go ask anyone
My car aint built for these roads
My heart aint made for these loads
Can’t seem to keep from shakin
Used to have such surgical hands
We spend our whole lives breaking
A little girl wouldn’t under- understand
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Poor Poor Me
11:06
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I 'bout run out of patience
Waiting for poor, poor me
All the expectations
That I started to believe
Well there was never any doubt
I’d figure it all out
I’m all out of patience
Waiting for poor poor me
All out of patience
Waiting for poor poor me
Well I checked-out
Before ever checking-in
I thought I knew every ending
Before it’d even begin
But they pay arrogance out in full
And man I got my fill
When I checked-out
On poor poor me
When I checked-out
On poor poor me
When I was in high school
I hated my own face
And you knew I loved you
And I was useful that way
But if anything has changed
I wish you would explain
Why next to my name
It still reads poor poor me
Next to my name
It still reads poor poor me
It was like a promise
That what I wanted would be mine
And I went to college
My head heavy with these lines
But if every promise is a joke
Then every truth I ever thought I spoke
Was just a promise
On poor poor me
It was just a promise
On poor poor me
When I last saw you
I knew you right away
And the look that you threw me
Said everything you didn’t have to say
Just who do I think I am
With all my little plans
Oh but when I saw you
Poor poor me
When I last saw you
Poor poor me
Got into the habit
Of poor poor me
And I kind of like it
Below the surface of the sea
Where everything is cool
And I can dwell on you
Got into the habit
Of poor poor me
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Alec Gross New York, New York
Alec Gross is an LA-based singer songwriter
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