Todd Clouser: Music

I had a friend named Kennie when I was living in Boston. He was from Iowa. We used to drink on his rooftop and mumble songs, both written and unwritten. He used to ask me to play this song quite often. One time he was really lit and he made me feel an end all philosophist, attributing quite a bit of significance to this song... thats no way to make someone feel. Look at what people do when they feel they've got it right. Regardless, I think I would have stopped playing with this song a long time ago had it not been for Kennie's belligerent insistence as to its quality.

There’s a pretty little bar on Hennepin
Where I’d like to spend the rest of the day
Scrape my name into the table
Watch the light on the lines of your face

Write a letter to my mother on a napkin
I’ll surely lose anyway
See the street turning dark as a widow
And make plans to run away

All the Boy Queens on Key West Streets, are living how they want to
And all our time is city sun, passing on, passing on

Robert is waiting the street light change
Knows the president would not approve
Swears his hands were made from lovers bones
Swears there’s only shame to lose

And I watch him try to tell her something
As she smiles in the city wind
She hangs her head like a walking cane
And I wanna know where her heart has been

Don’t you see he’ll cross his heart just the same
Lonely like anyone else
Not like anyone else

All the Boy Queens on Key West Streets, are living how they want to
And all our time is city sun, passing on, passing on

So its grown perfect and late and now I’m walking awake
Feel I couldn’t dream up a lie
I wonder where everyone’s going
Sleep seems but a waste of time

So I will not break whats love I say
If you give me true love a try
But ive had some drinks and Ive had some falls
Take my words, in my hope I’ll lie


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