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(How could anyone) feel at home

I stumbled across this while poring over a year end best of list probably in 2017.

Kudos to Open Mike Eagle. This is lyrically and sonically beautiful. Sad, soulful, minor key – such a gem.

Everybody’s secrets inspire all of my scenes
I write in all of my fantasies and I die in all of my dreams
My superpowers I maintain
I take control of my scene
Y’all should see what I can’t say
I can’t say all I done seen

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wjbridwell

I'm a lifelong music lover living in Boston with my husband, son and mother in law. Music has always played a big part in my life and I would like to share some stories and thoughts about songs that I love.

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  1. [Verse 1]
    (check, yeah)
    We was walking away
    Repeated all we can say
    Depart with a hug
    And it’s a public display
    Like a dozen a day
    Walking, we plugging away
    At it, I’m running away
    Cause O’Doyle’s is closed
    And it never was closed
    So I’m never exposed
    When I’m hella morose
    Cause I’m telling ’em no-
    -body, my skeleton shows
    With it’s elephant nose
    And it’s pelican bones
    Watch how I carry it home

    [Bridge]
    Cause the story it goes
    There’s a spork in the road
    And we got to the bar
    But then O’Doyle’s was closed
    And it never was closed
    Even whenever it snowed
    Every night it was there
    Either there or a show
    Every answer is there
    Every question is no
    Never questioned before
    So we guessing it’s home

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Everybody’s secrets inspire all of my scenes
    I write in all of my fantasies and I die in all of my dreams
    My superpowers I maintain
    I take control of my scene
    Y’all should see what I can’t say
    I can’t say all I done seen

    [Hook]
    I done told
    Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
    I spun around in circles on the globe
    So who the hell could ever feel at home
    I done told
    Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
    I spun around in circles on the globe
    So who the hell could ever feel at home

    [Verse 2]
    Yeah
    We live in a space that should have never existed
    We’re used to the taste of a human in space
    We ruined the room only a few could replace it
    And Doyle’s is closed
    I’m avoiding my nose
    It smells like if you imagined you boiled a rose
    And the oven is on and the coil’s exposed
    And we pulling the door
    Like we did it before
    And now we’re trying to deal with heat that we shouldn’t absorb

    [Bridge]
    And the story it goes
    There’s a spork in the road
    And we got to the bar but then O’Doyle’s was closed
    And it never was closed
    Even whenever it snowed
    Every night it was there
    Either there or a show
    Every answer is there
    Every question is no
    Never questioned before
    So we guessing its home

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