Eighteenth Century Gentry

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Ghosts, to me, are the inevitable result of living...as opposed to dying

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Eighteenth Century Gentry
run their dogs out in my street
in new york city
in a city

but whoever heard of foxes
making dens in cardboard boxes
in a city
in a city

well, I thought alot today
how their empire's slipped away
and they stand still and wait for something better

bigger, better, and never the same
bigger, better, and never the same

Gangs of lovable tomcats
roam around in coats and tophats
in a city
in a city

Invisible waves are breakin'
as my consciousness is shaken
in a city
in a city

and I tell myself
whoa
don't let me
and I tell myself
whoa
keep your feet on the ground
I convince myself
whoa
to stop hanging around
with fools and ghosts
and doing nothing
....but I'm so good at nothing

then I got much bigger
I broke up the sky
smote the sun like a candle
poked god in the eye
I wanted to call you
I wanted to see if that's alright
so I ripped up a powergrid
cast-netted a satellite

heard words through the static
you said that everyone's dead
I said "no, no, I just breathed them in
they're somewhere here in my head,
they're somewhere here in my head,
they're somewhere here in my,
they're somewhere here in my head,
they're somewhere here in my,
they're somewhere here in my head,
they're somewhere here in my,

the're somewhere here in my head,
and I guess you were right about me...
all along you're right about me...

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from Mimetic Desire, released August 18, 2016

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E.W. Harris Brooklyn, New York

Born in the Rubber City and raised in the South, E.W. Harris is what he terms "a futurist with an acoustic guitar and an axe to grind." Known in the Brooklyn scene for his strong vocals, odd demeanor, and infectious laugh, Harris has become a staple in the Big City Folk Collective, and in many venues both in NYC and afield. ... more

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