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From a Living Room on Larchmont EP

by A.S. Coomer

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1.
Behind the Trees (feat. Sara Gibson on cello) 04:47
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Just like the night you took the light & stole away behind the trees just a little fight for such a frenzied flight you stole away behind the trees Behind the trees is where they found you. Behind the trees is where you lay. Behind the trees in the heather your hair scattered like torn bird feathers, Mae Behind the trees & into the night. With the morning light came such an awful sight you torn & twisted behind the trees Like a wayward kite came the sheriff's lights & you, torn & twisted behind the trees Through his deputy the sheriff, he told me "Hey, boy. You're looking at life." I said, "Oh, god, man. You got the wrong man. I never touched a hair on the head of my wife." He said, "I guess we'll have to wait & see & leave it to the people of Harlan County. Let them decide if you're to be free." I said, "I ain't got the money for no high-class attorney, buddy. We'll have to wait & see."
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A Miner (feat. Sara Gibson on cello) 03:22
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She said she'd find herself a miner & he treats her well & he makes good money so "you can burn in hell" I got the lawyer on the phone & he ain't sayin' much of anything but he wrote it all down in his yellow legal pad he ain't helpin' me out I can't pay these bills so what's it gonna take to get out? I got my boss on my back & he won't quit, no not for anything not for my sick child or my mother in the home & I ain't got no time in so I just nod my head & make my way down to the unemployment line She said she's leaving with the kids & I can't blame her much but it hurts my stomach: it feels like rocks in my guts She said she'd find herself a miner & he treats them well & he makes good money so "you can burn in hell." She ain't helpin' me out I can't pay these bills I guess a bullet's what it's gonna take to get out
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A Ghost in the Folds (feat. Sara Gibson on cello) 04:45
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William was a man that did some walkin' He tramped the land far & wide He made his home in Old Widow's Grove & he never gave his love to another Lay your hat down You can stick around Or you could go to Old Widow's Grove & be like William there William, as a young man, never could understand that you gotta reach out & let others in or you'll never find much use in nothin' Now that William's gotten old, he feels the sun's grown cold He hides himself in the thickest of clothes but he feels like a ghost in the folds
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Emery (feat. Sara Gibson on cello) 03:04
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He treats his women like he treats his cars Spends his nights in old dive bars Hey, Emery The man people know & come in droves to watch him sniff blow til his nose snows Hey, Emery But there's a secret that he knows He wraps it tight around himself against the cold There ain't no one there when you go The last light's flicker before the eternal blight No, there ain't no one there to take you into the night Big Green Bitch up & kicked him out left him with a bad taste in his mouth Hey, Emery "Death B4 Dishonor" reads the banner on his arm Thinks everybody is out to do him harm Hey, Emery
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Worker Bee (feat. Sara Gibson on cello) 04:32
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I watch the crack in the pane of the window fill with snow I watch the crack in the pane of the window fill with snow I taped some plastic on it but I don't think it'll hold I hear that mournful whistle on the wicked winter wind that blows spit on the shit, man, shine the bricks workin' & workin' just to make another man rich I'm a drone, baby, yeah, a worker bee but that's the kind of life for the likes of you & me I pick my check up on Friday then the weekend comes Ciny's got the kids, Lord knows, I got the rum I'll be a-screamin' & a-singin' like I did when I's young Won't have a dime for the time I wasted 'fore Monday comes The socks on my feet are made of mostly holes I feel every rock in the street & the winter's cold Ain't got no money to spend; no needle of my own to hold I hope the weather warms up 'fore my shoes decided to go

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Recorded Live
Songs written by A.S. Coomer

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released April 5, 2017

Songs written by A.S. Coomer
A.S Coomer-vox, harmonica & guitar
Sara Gibson-cello

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A.S. Coomer Elizabethtown, Kentucky

Folk. Americana. Narratives. Ambient Instrumentals. Aubades. Nocturnes. Poetry. Rock & roll. Psychedelia. Alt- Country.

Five of my tunes were published by The Museum of Americana.

Rural Eminence Volumes One, Two, & Three are instrumental reflections of the rural life.

Songs for Leaving is a poetry/music fusion.

I've got tons of projects cooking.

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