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"Bad Poetry"
Delaney

She looks down at the coffee she won't drink
And lays out all the evidence you'd need
To find again whatever summer brings
In autumn leaves

You lie in bed and try to sleep away
The shivers and the shortening of days
While you fill your notebook page after page
With bad poetry on how the seasons change

And outside you'll find blinding snow
Biting wind and bitter cold
Why dig out your overcoat?
No - stay inside
And dream about the coming spring
Of gentle rains and fields of green
Knowing sure that everything
Is running right on time

As you hold on to whatever still remains
You can't speak the words but you hum its sad refrain
And you stare up at the ceiling and pretend
Like you won't get up and do it all again

While you stare up at the ceiling and pretend
Like you won't get up and do it all again

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from Whatever Still Remains, released August 1, 2018

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Andrew Delaney Dallas, Texas

Postmodern anti-folk or something.

"The Alfred Hitchcock of singer / songwriters." Rich Warren - WFMT Radio, Chicago.

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