Kyle From Alabama :: Sketch & Music

From Mission, San Francisco

::LYRICS::

Corkscrew in the foothills
Perry Creek on the rise
Barbera is not for everyone
When I drink of, all i think of
Is your eyes

Frisco in the summer
Foggy and cold as hell
Smoking in a park
In the Mission, after dark
Getting higher, wish you were my lighter
I’d light you still

ohh - flying home

Back home, in the country
Steaming from the ground
You’re closer than before
I miss you even more
Don’t know why I don’t say “hi,
Baby come around”

Wrote and recorded this demo in my kitchen today. Check it out - let me know what you think!

Hallelujah Jubilee

The wind was coming from the east
The sun was still beyond our reach
The women dancing on the beach
The fish were jumping on our feet
We were calling up our friends
It was nearly 4AM
They were shaking all their heads
But, they were getting out of bed!

Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

And the choir sang “oh la la”

The tide was coming in
The fish were waving ‘round their fins
Bending over again and again
Buckets turning into bins
We were laughing, we were gone
We were moving into song
We were almost 30 strong
And everybody sang along

Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

And the choir sang “oh la la”