1. |
Out of Love
03:38
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No I didn't have a problem feeling the love
No I didn't have a problem at all
I left you a garden out of love
You thought that I would stay to tend it
Oh no, love, I'm leavin'
I'm goin' out of love
I already grew old
I told you I wasn't dreamin'
I told you the feeling was strong
Half-life and I'm gone
Half-life I'm leaving
Yes I did have a gift breakin' your heart
Yes I did have a gift from the start
I held your hand softly out of love
You thought that I wouldn't let go so soon
Oh no, love, I'm leavin'
I'm goin' out of love
I already grew old
I told you I wasn't dreamin'
I told you the feeling was strong
Half-life and I'm gone
Half-life I'm leavin'
I'll touch you when the rain falls
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2. |
First Man
05:54
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The first man I loved was a raider
Bronze, rude, grimy, and bruised
He spoke like he shot like he ran
Bang bang bang went his talk
Bang bang me up I cried
Oh I cried
I wanted us landing on the hard dirt floor fast
I wanted us thrashing in the grime, dust and sand
I didn’t want his hat, whip or grin taken off
But he wasn’t one to listen
Not to God, boss or loaded gun
Or loaded gun
The first man was picture perfect
I didn’t know any man before him
He trailed, trapped, took me in
But he didn’t know my name
And he’ll never ever learn it
He didn’t know my name
And he’ll never ever learn it
I wanted us flying to far off wild green fields
I wanted us stealing all the bead, gold, and gem
I didn’t want his booze, smoke or long trail of lies
But he wasn’t one to listen
Not to God, boss or loaded gun
Or loaded gun
The first man was picture perfect
I didn’t know any man before him
He trailed, trapped, took me in
But he didn’t know my name
And he’ll never ever learn it
He didn’t know my name
And he’ll never ever learn it
Oh this was a bad, bad funny, funny mess
Because I was a boy in a bright white tee
Sitting in front of a big color big sound TV
And I didn’t yet have the words for
That hot dark dank sweat down shore
That hot dark dank sweat down shore
That hot dark dank sweat down shore
Many years have passed and still I test each
Each and every love against their will:
Does this one man know how to shoot and kill?
Shoot and kill
But the very most important bit still:
His shirt, no buttons—a raw, free thrill
A raw free thrill
A raw free thrill
Oooh Oooh
The first man was picture perfect
I didn’t know any man before him
He trailed, trapped, took me in
But he didn’t know my name
And he’ll never ever learn it
He didn’t know my name
He didn’t know my name
He’ll never ever learn it
Never ever learn it
He didn’t know my name
Never ever learn it
Never ever learn it
He didn’t know my name
He’ll never ever learn it
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3. |
Millions
04:33
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Millions watch me
On the big screen
Play the hero
Strike the beast
Feed me all of them
I'll never die
It is time to say goodbye
Goodbye
I'm done building brawn
I'm done workin' the body
So I ditch my fame
And I drop my claim
To shred this dread of mine
I ditch my fame
And I drop my claim
To shred this dread of mine
Millions want me
Naked and raw
A sacred knight
Cut, shared, tasted with bite
Like a creed
It is time to turn divine
Divine
I'm done building brawn
I'm done workin' the body
So I ditch my fame
And I drop my claim
To shred this dread of mine
I ditch my fame
And I drop my claim
To shred this dread of mine
It is time to turn divine
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4. |
Crook
07:30
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Have you ever met a lovesick cowboy?
I been alone for a long, long time
I’d seen and hustled trouble and grime
Drawn my pistol to stop some crime
I rode quick and kept my hair slick
And boy oh boy did I have to flit
There was a man out West I had to arrest
Til he got me all quiet and tied
I was the law and he was the breach
I had an order and he had a scheme
The two of us together
Hell to the letter
It’s all or none
And clever done
Pleasure spun
A crook took a look at me
And oh could he,
Oh he could lay me down
A crook took a look at me and I was read like a book
He kept a room open and free
To doff the sand and pick our fleas
He called it home for him and me
My voice and step served as key
Then he sat heavy on my knee
Call me done and call me dead
He roped my heart and had me bled
Got nothing to defend
Call me loose call me hemmed
He roped my lock and had me bend
I was the law and he was the breach
I had an order and he had a scheme
The two of us together
Hell to the letter
It’s all or none
And clever done
And pleasure spun
A crook took a look at me
And oh could he,
Oh he could lay me down
A crook took a look at me and I was read like a book
And he could lay me down
Oh the crook took a look at me and I was read like a book
Yes he took me home and on the floor we left our dress
We made an end
And spoke an oath
He shut the light
I turned the lock
“Where you gonna put that pistol huh?
Should I tell you where?
Not there
Lower
Lower
I gotta say you stink like the ranch
But it’s okay
I like it
Sweat and grass
So tell me am I the first you catch?
Don’t lie to me now
I can tell when you’re lying’
You get this line over your right eye
Jagged
I feel the sun on you
You’re burnin’
You’re burnin’ me up
No one gets me this hot
I swear to God”
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Chris Garneau New York, New York
Chris Garneau released "Out of Love" EP in December 2023. His last full-length album, 'The Kind', was released in January 2021. His earlier albums include Music for Tourists LP, C-Sides EP, El Radio LP, Winter Games LP, and Yours LP. He has toured extensively throughout North America, Brazil, Europe, China, Japan and South Korea. Garneau lives in New York. ... more
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