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summer songs

by morgan heringer

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1.
we watched fireworks on the subway you sang songs in my ear when no one was looking i want you to stay, i want you to stay here in brooklyn we stood on the roof and we watched the sky you pretended to ignore me but your arm touched mine i want you to stay, i want you to stay here in brooklyn the heat from your skin burnt holes in mine you said you were afraid to waste your life but what are you afraid of i want you to stay, i want you to stay here in brooklyn
2.
you write me letters about swimming in a stream and the fish they nibble at your toes and the fish they nibble at your collarbones the kentucky summertime is living within us the kentucky summertime is living you write me letters, you say youve been thinking of me and you know i never missed you, till i stopped to think that you might miss me too the kentucky summertime is living within us the kentucky summertime is living and the fish they nibble at your toes and the fish they nibble at your collarbones
3.
you said you loved this summer because its been so mild you said a person can be known by her weaknesses i watched you fall in love ten times a day and nashville wasnt very wild this year because i wasnt there to dance with you and nashville wasnt very nice this year because i wasnt there to put you back together you said you dreamed of oregon the land of milk and honey you said you dreamed of oregon but you couldnt find the path to him i watched you fall in love ten times a day
4.
chicago was damp this summer the sky in chicago was grey we sat on the front stoop and you told me that you wanted to run away but then why do you stay chicago, chicago, when will you come home chicago i wanted to see the country but all i could think of was you i waded out into the pacific ocean and swam until all that i could see was blue chicago, chicago, when will you come home chicago i want to see your face and i want to hear your voice and i want to say your name chicago, chicago, chicago
5.
i will get on a bus and ill meet you at the lake i wont run into your arms but ill wear your favorite sweater and i will meet you in michigan yea i will recognize you by your shoulder blades and we will sail a red boat on the green water and we will swim to the bottom when our boat topples over and i will meet you in michigan yea i will recognize you by your shoulder blades and we will build a house under the water and swim with the fishes all around yea we will build a house under the water and stay there till our skin turns green and brown and i will meet you in michigan yea i will recognize you by your shoulder blades cuz ive got michigan on my mind oh ive got michigan on my mind
6.
ive been planting flowers in the garden in the morning-time i told you that i loved you but i wont tell you that it was a lie cuz cape cod might be nice when youre older but when youre young its not that fun, yea cape cod might be nice when youre dying but im alive and i am young you thought the way i looked at you meant that i love you one and only you thought the way i looked at you meant i wanna have your babies well cape cod might be nice when youre older but when youre young its not that fun, yea cape cod might be nice when youre dying but im alive and i am young ive been planting flowers, in the garden in the morning-time
7.
im a drover, im not a wrangler im a cowgirl, im not your baby im a hand, yea, im not a herd and i dont need you to do my work well carmel valleys been looking pretty good and carmel valleys been feeling pretty nice and carmel valleys been soundin pretty sweet these days and the steers they raise their heads towards the sky and the heifers bat their eyes as the birds sit on their spines and carmel valleys been looking pretty good yea carmel valleys been feeling pretty nice and carmel valleys been soundin pretty sweet these days im a drover, im not a wrangler im a cowgirl, im not your baby
8.
can we swim in a lake under the sun all day long ill pretend to be a mermaid with my hair in knots and i will feed you honey when you wake up and i will sing you softly to sleep connecticut was warm, and your skin looked so fine like dandelions in the afternoon connecticut was warm, the perfect place to go and build a castle made of beehives in july can we stand under trees and their leaves all day long ill pretend to be a priestess with my hair cut off and i will pick the fruit from the branches above and i will dance in circles and spirals in your dreams connecticut was warm, and your skin looked so fine like dandelions in the afternoon connecticut was warm, the perfect place to go and build a castle made of beehives in july can we swim in a lake under the sun all day long ill pretend to be a mermaid with my hair in knots
9.
sacramento was home, city of trees we stood on the pavement and counted all the leaves above us and i would follow you into the foothills i would follow your tracks in the brush i would follow you into your mountain lair and let you tear my skin right off sacramento was home, city of trees we stood on the pavement and i asked you not to go from me and i would follow you into the foothills i would follow your tracks in the brush i would follow you into your mountain lair and let you tear my skin right off sacramento was home, city of trees it might not be the nicest place but this is where i will be
10.
i see colors, what do you see you say, nothing, i cant see you in the dark and my skin is on fire, your hands are made of tree branches kindling for the martyrs ive seen so many colors i see colors, what do you see you say, nothing, i can see right through your bones my skin is made of glass stained like windows from the walls of churches a monument to the martyrs ive seen so many colors st francis can you see me wont you send the bunnies to save me st francis can you hear me wont you save a prayer for me ive seen so many colors ive seen too many colors i see colors, what do you say you say nothing, i cant see you in the dark
11.
when will i see you, when will i hear you say my name my body aches and the floor in this house miss the sound of your tongue on your teeth and im not gonna last much longer unless you come back home this summer has been long, and maybe you will destroy me but every person that i meet reminds me of you because theyre nothing like you and im not gonna last much longer unless you come back home cuz ive been waiting for you i know it might not seem like ive been waiting for you, but everything that i do is just passing time until i see you again and im not gonna last much longer unless you come back home cuz ive been waiting for you yea ive been just passing the time
12.
waterfalls and bare feet, backyard dancing in the afternoons we can plant a garden, and i will cook you breakfast and you will pick me flowers, and we will put them all around the room when can we go back to portland where you put your hands in my hair when can we go back to portland the air smells bluer there now im stuck here in this city and im feeling kind of lonely cuz when i look well you dont see me all you see is tall buildings and where is the sky, oh where is the sky where is the sky today and when can we go back to portland where you put your hands in my hair when can we go back to portland the air smells bluer there and we can plant a garden, and i will cook you breakfast and you will pick me flowers yes, red and yellow, purple flowers you would pick me flowers, and we would put them all around the room
13.
you fell asleep next to me in the afternoon and my hair was caught underneath your elbow, oh well oh well well well and ive forgotten what love feels like anymore yea ive forgotten what love smells like on my skin and harlem was just a train ride away but everything is cheaper here harlem was just a slow walk away from everything i left behind me we stood on the back porch, you proclaimed your tyranny we watched the rain fall and you offered up your bare skin to the sky oh well well well and ive forgotten what love feels like anymore yea ive forgotten what love smells like on my skin harlem was just a train ride away but everything is cheaper here harlem was just a slow walk away from everything i left behind me and ive forgotten what love feels like anymore ive forgotten what love smells like on my skin
14.
ive fallen asleep on the train a man said my baby says i love you but your feets too big ive fallen asleep on the train you laughed out loud till you cried and the tears rolled down your face like painted pools, that collected at our feet ive fallen asleep on the train i dreamt i fell down a hole into a world where we belonged together oh lord why dont we belong together and theres nothing like physical pain to remind me that i am alive oh lord why do i feel so alive when youre standing on the corner on the other side of the street ive fallen asleep on the train i woke up one day and summer was suddenly over you said dont say to me that summer is suddenly over and theres nothing like physical pain to remind me that i am alive oh lord why do i feel so alive when youre standing on the corner on the other side of the street and im taking the d train home well youre taking the g train home but im taking the d train home and summer is over

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songs written about places during the summer of 2009

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released December 18, 2009

morgan heringer- ukulele & vocals, dustin carlson- electric guitar, ben seretan, chris roush, tom tierney and dan pirello- ukuleles, guitars, accordion, wurlitzer, banjuke, snaps & claps. produced & engineered by tom tierney and alex mead-fox at spaceman sound in brooklyn, ny

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morgan heringer Fair Oaks, California

morgan heringer is a renegade self-harmonizing lover of literature, beauty and oddity. we make music for the sake of making it.

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