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lyrics
Eighteen sets of eyes
Are staring back at me
I never fit in
Ill at-ease in my skin
It’s measles-esque
Standing there with rats for hair
Elastic jeans
Cast out on the porch
And through the windows and doors
They’re gawking at me
Dangling down
The willows weep
Maybe I’ve found
A place for me
Bookish fuck with backward luck
And crooked teeth
Look across the street
Through a window we see
A girl recede
Clutching tight, the stuffing
Of my only friend
Tucked under my chin
A tuxedo-clad gent
Ely the penguin
Dangling round
The willow tree
Held safe and sound
Here underneath
Dangling down
The vines they mope
Each a helping hand
Or hangman’s rope
But still burning bright
In the back of his mind
That box of letters
Somehow left behind
Waiting for him
Reaching out to find
A stranger’s hand
Through the sands of time
And on to the next life
He could open one just to see
Maybe this was really meant to be
Eighteen sets of eyes
Are staring back at me
I never fit in
Ill at-ease in my skin
Who gives a shit?
Scamper in and scramble up the stairs
On-end hairs as the envelope tears
A pair of trembling hands, have we
credits
from Underneath The Willow Tree,
released November 19, 2017
Jeb - vocal, acoustic
Bart - keyboard
Jordin - percussion, mandolin
Jackson - cello
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023