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White House Sessions

by Hickory Falls

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1.
Everybody’s going somewhere, I’m left behind. They tell me I’ll be lost forever, But I don’t mind. As I walk through these empty backstreets, I like to listen to the sound of my footsteps. Some might say I’ve lost it, Well, maybe I did.. No, I’m sure I did, I’m just doin’ things my own way. even though, you sent me packing. You know I promise I’ll be back, mama. She tells me I’ll be lost forever Hell, I’m just tryin’ to find myself I see the birds flyin’ by my window, I wanna let them in. Maybe they can tell me, What it takes to fly away from here You know, away from here, and I'm gonna ride on. what have I lost? I've lost myself. I see I’m falling behind, but I don’t mind.
2.
The Fixer 05:01
I’m a fixer of things that ain’t broke. I’ll set your house on fire but you won’t see no smoke. I’m a teller of words you can’t use to lie. A dealer of drugs that won’t get you high. Well you talk about other people, like you’re some, some better man. But you don’t dare speakin’ some other truth than the one that ends in Amen. There’s a killer in the streets, Shots ring out in the open sky. And he don’t give about the truth, and he don’t care about why he dies. It’s the sound of water that cleans me. The gravity of life that frees me. It’s the touch of smoke that floats me. The sweet taste of fire that warms me. I’m far worse than most people, you’ll ever care to meet. Don’t try to follow me, I move to my own beat. I’m a painter of portraits you can’t look in the eye. A knitter of nooses you can’t hang to die.
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He’s the kind of guy, who stares you down while asking why; only planes fall from the sky. Without further notice But when the trees begin to fall, there won’t be any hope at all, not a single soul left to call. You’ll be all alone I can’t tell you, where I’m going. I can only, tell you where I’ve been. But I can’t stay here, not with this world left unseen. Who’s the fool, working nine to five? Who’s to blame? Well, he hasn’t got a name. Who’s the fool, working nine to five? Who’s to blame? Well, he hasn’t got a name.

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released December 1, 2011

Recorded, produced and mixed by Hickory Falls at White House Recordings

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