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lyrics

Well throw down your gauntlet--I’m already haunted
Ya can read them lines in my face
It was me you taunted meanwhile you flaunted
Your private parts all over the place

I’m goin through withdrawal, been readin up on old St. Paul
Have you been all things to all people?
But we must reject the law—there's gotta be something more to this all
Weren’t we supposed to meet beneath a steeple?—

And i seen through your purple lies
I remember every word ya said
I’m the one knockin on your door
I’m the one fallin cross your bed
Yeah i breathed in your perfumed sighs
Memorized your lipstick red
And the words you wrote on the mirror
On the day first day we met

Oh so bewildered--livin in this here world
But the doc says that i just got to take it

Weren’t you my shepherd? How I hung on your every word—
Ya said love--there's so many ways to make it

But something so wayward obviously wasn't made for this world
But tell me how, honey you could shake it?

And I seen through your purple lies
I never got them outta my head
I’m the one knockin on your door
I’m the one fallin cross your bed
Yeah I breathed in your perfumed sighs
Memorized your lipstick red
And the words you wrote on the mirror
On the day first day we met

Something so familiar—funny how it can kill ya
Like the jewels that dangle from your ear lobes
They say the seas are risin—and they shall swallow up the horizon
And one day engulf the entire globe
But pardon me, Miss Caesar--do my eyes now deceive me?
Or have you just shed your storied robes?

Cuz I seen through your purple lies
Never got them outta my head
I’m the one knockin on your door
I’m the one fallin cross your bed
Yeah I breathed in your perfumed sighs
Memorized your lipstick red
And the words you wrote on the mirror
On the day first day we met
I’m still fiending for your purple lies
And your Molotov mother-o-pearl
Are you still my little girl?
 

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from Where the Wasteland Ends, released April 19, 2019

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Poor Player Detroit, Michigan

Motor City folk rock Americana born of beverages, Poor Player takes to the stage with a hopped up grab bag of American riddles and laments. Saluting the guy flying a sign beside the highway exit, zigzagging through the post-industrial prairie, Poor Player is all about finding the roots beneath the rubble, the green beneath the ruin, the folk in the f*d up, & the beauty in the city gone to seed. ... more

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