We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

"Howard"
by Andrew Delaney

I was sittin' on the floor
In an aisle at the book star
You were on the bottom shelf
I read "The Hound" cause it was short
And I didn't have nowhere to be
And the air conditioning there was free
So before long I'd read everything you wrote

I was almost outta gas
Just startin' off my checkered past
All but lost and layin' low
From monsters of my own
It was the right place at the right time
The right set of symbols on the spine
That summer that I ran away from home

And Howard, you were kind of a racist
I don't think I would've liked you much at all
You had a low opinion of musicians
And that unhealthy obsession with cats
But Howard there was something in those stories
Reached out from beyond your space and time
To a scared suburban kid
Though you were generations dead
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind

They say Rhode Island
It ain't famous for nothin'
Still I come callin'
Cross the country just the same
Reflecting on the circumstance
That placed my faith in Providence
Pious as a pilgram
At the stone that bears your name

And Howard, you were kind of a racist
I don't think I would've liked you much at all
You had a low opinion of musicians
And that unhealthy obsession with cats
But Howard there was something in those stories
Reached out from beyond your space and time
To a scared suburban kid
Though you were generations dead
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind

So there I'm standin' just beside
The ghost that haunts me everytime
These gnarled fingers are inclined
To reach out for a pen
And tears they feel to the mournful sound
That swelled right up from underground
Though I ain't never been the one
To feel much of anything

But Howard there was something in those stories
Reached out from beyond your space and time
To a scared suburban kid
Though you were generations dead
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind

credits

from The Escape Artist, released March 24, 2017

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Andrew Delaney image

Andrew Delaney Dallas, Texas

Postmodern anti-folk or something.

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

contact / help

Contact Andrew Delaney

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Andrew Delaney, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featuring Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) from the theatrical NYC rockers, Castle Rat.
listen now