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Unearthed EP

by joey the clown

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Homeless Man 03:51
Once I was a homeless man, I slept under trees I had no bread or butter so I got on my knees When the king rolled through on his carriage, I made sure to be seen He paid no mind to me Lost in the swollen world again Mountain top or metro train, the view's the same from everywhere I stand So I took a stab at pulling my own weeds O I saw flowers in your hand And it reminded me I wished to be forgotten It reminded me that Once I was a working man, the clock held my reins And I had no silver dollars so I made an exchange My life today for leisure tomorrow But I'm toiling in vain Time pays no mind to you or me Each day is a road if you're runnin' A song for the strangers with empty pockets Many for the hands that keep on takin' And will never thank you for it
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Bones 04:46
I wanna be the keys that lay beneath your dancing fingers I wanna be the train that waits when you're the only straggler I wanna be the book you took from the shelf at your grandmother's I wanna be the man behind that fine tableau that hangs forever The city built her home on a thousand years of bones And everybody knows what goes on beneath their feet It don't bother me, they say... Siffle, siffle, siffle comme les oiseaux Siffle, siffle, siffle comme tu n'es pas fait des os How lucky to be born a man with hands equipped to carry How lucky to be born at all, at least that's what they tell me How lucky to hear all I hear and believe How lucky to know all you know so well, plant seeds of envy The city built her home on a thousand years of bones And everybody knows what goes on beneath their feet It don't bother me, they say... Siffle, siffle, siffle comme les oiseaux Siffle, siffle, siffle comme tu n'es pas fait des os
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Fog Factory 03:17
The fog factory makes beautiful things Like three-headed fishes and sunshine on screens So don't cry for us, mother, we've all we could need Though the water turns colors like orange and green We're happy like that...aren't we? And the toy factory makes beautiful things Like stars wrapped in metal and devils with wings And the poor boys are eager to jump in and see All the fun in the sandbox while billionaires sleep But we're safer like that...aren't we? The job factory makes beautiful things Like golden discrepancies and human machines And their joints ache like clockwork, they push, stack, and clean And their hearts become bitter, their eyes light up green But we're richer like that...aren't we? The mind factory makes beautiful things Like question-less children and As, Bs, and Cs Seizing thoughts at their spines as they turn into dreams And they end up, in time, at the same factory But we'll be brighter like that...won't we?

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released May 18, 2016

Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved
All songs written and performed live by Joey Perez
All songs recorded, produced, mixed, and engineered by Freejay MacLoud
Recorded at Freejay's Home Studio in Austin, TX
Album art by Joey Perez
CDs produced by Affordable Sound in Austin, TX

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joey the clown New York, New York

Sometimes manic, sometimes depressive, always moody. Snowy folk tunes coming from Asheville, NC. Originally from Buffalo.

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