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used to be even (now so odd)

from ain't it hard? by A.S. Coomer

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The man said
You can sleep
When you're dead
Clover honey
You can drip it
In my eyes

It's a sweepstakes
That you'll never win
A golden ticket
To a burned down town

Turn me
Round on my head
Spirit ditch dreaming
On an applebed

Blades grow
Between my toes
I gotta run, dear
I have to go

And you wasted
All yer days
On being afraid
On being afraid
And all the rest of yer days
Are getting away
They're getting away

"Don't try"
You'll get crushed by the sky
Magnetic black clouds
Seek rust-ridden heart

I'm spent soil
Yer a prize-winning rose
My shadowed garden
Needs sun to grow

And you wasted
All yer days
On being afraid
On being afraid
And all the rest of them days
Are getting away
They're getting away
And you wasted
All yer days
On being afraid
On being afraid
And all the rest of yer days
Are getting away
They're getting away

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from ain't it hard?, released November 2, 2023

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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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