This week: country music and indie rock. Special thanks to Nick the aquaculturist for the clammy inspiration. If you’re curious about clam sex…. just listen to the episode.
Lyrics by Jacquie Burckley:
Cave
To the tune of “How We Operate” by Gomez
Hide away
Hide the giggle
Cut me out, it’s surgical
Cyanide and pumpernickel
Ants on checkered red and white
Under the sun we stir
Back then I surely liked
Who I thought you were
Noon Runs Black
To the tune of “Little Pieces” by Gomez
Noon runs black
I’m back on track
Sun leaves pavement cracked
But noon runs black
The sea reflects clouds above
While I am tangled up in love
Kind of telling
And a little overwhelming
So I try to relax
Because noon runs black
Bar
To the tune of “One Day Like This” by Elbow
Stolen glances from the bar
I’ve heard you from word of mouth
Chords are loud by old guitars from
West and north and south
It’s about to disappear
The taste of cherry in my mouth
I’m not from around here
Not west or north or south
Lyrics by Chrissy Schreiber:
Accepting Good-Bye
To the Tune of “The House That Built Me” by Miranda Lambert
I never thought this lonely was forever
The flames in me are cracklin’ like embers
I’m leanin’ on the window pane
I never thought that I could numb this pain
If I could just move on and pass this by
Maybe I could give it one more try
And accept your good-bye
Church
To the tune of “Just a Dream” by Carrie Underwood
This man is beautiful in ways I never knew
I couldn’t see it then
Couldn’t even say amen
He has a way of seeing right inside of you
Yeah, he knows what I’ve seen
Knows what happened when I was sixteen
And when I traded his love away
I never thought that I’d hear him say I love you
Yeah, I know that you’ve been busy
He held his arms out after six long years
But I couldn’t see past my fears
I’ll Call it Ours
To the tune of “I’ll Name the Dogs” by Blake Shelton
You make the food and I’ll make a racket
You wear my name and I’ll wear your jacket
You find your calling, I’ll find my bliss
Baby, ain’t nothin’ sweeter than this
You drive the truck, I’ll drive you crazy
You be my corn, I’ll be your daisy
Freshen you up while we get fresh out under the stars
You call it freedom and I’ll call it ours
(Read) Between the Vines 