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Pantryman

by Spence Hood

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1.
Foothills 03:17
V1 I come from the foothills brother but don’t be fooled ‘Cause when my foot hits hill it only knows one rule: The house lights burn brighter than the stage; It’s a fallacy we all gotta take to the grave. And that tie looks a little like a leash to me But the cul-de-sac curse is gonna set you free. ‘Lectricity’s paid, your landlord’s happy, When the tenants aren’t complaining ‘bout the neighbor’s shitty rapping. But enough about me, you’re the head of the table, The king in this fable, I’m the dirt in your stable. I’m just an ex who never washed your sweater (‘till I decide I like my own songs better). What a way for a guy to go down When the fans recognize they can melt this crown - Targaryen me, wary would be putting it lightly, That’s the leading cause among the high and the mighty. CHORUS And I got bones of maple, I got tone worth stealing, And ain’t nobody told us that a chorus couldn’t have a little feeling. I got bottles a-plenty to pour down the drain, And I’ll keep putting pen on paper ‘till the dragon be slain. V2 And I don’t know who to ask permission, Or when to catch my breath when I’m kissing into you. And when the season’s through I’ll end up missing you, So while it still tastes new, let’s do like cats do And pretend we don’t care, pretend that life’s fair, Pretend the rain ain’t a logistical nightmare For a boy trying to validate his insecurities; Why won’t they pray for me? If you see a light on the hill, you go follow it. If the mic’s directional you gotta swallow it. You know four score and seven life lessons ago I learned that preaching to the pavement is an all-time low. Yet, here I am, scripture in hand, With my sympathetic, synaesthetic view of the man. And I say he ain’t half bad, Or maybe I’m the starry-eyed son he never had. CHORUS OUTRO And brother I got a story blocking up my veins, And I got a feeling that Sheeran and the Prophet gonna look my way. And you can call me a dropout, I’m a sucker for pain, But I’ll drink lemon juice for dinner ‘till the dragon be slain.
2.
She 03:36
V1 She grew up in a cloud of dust, man they just couldn’t build ‘em big enough. Sure was fun but didn’t do those lungs any favors. And she grew up on a Monday night, couldn’t go to bed ‘till it tasted right, And the lord damn near gave up on trying to save her. CHORUS And if you leave this girl alone she just might make your house a home When you ain’t looking. Sweet sister what’s cooking? V2 She’s a nice tall glass of Tennessee rain, pictures drawn on the windowpane, And you could fill up a room with the breath that she’s been saving. And if someday her train arrives, it’ll kill me twice, But there ain’t much left in this town when a girl quits praying. CHORUS BREAKDOWN Oh tell me, Ain’t no lovin’ like something good in the oven (7x) CHORUS
3.
V1 Keeps the lights down low, he don’t wanna look at the barcodes anymore. ‘Round 4am when he steps outside. “Sorry kid, been a hell of a night. Probably never seen a grown man cry.” And he goes, “That’s fine, this town’s one hell of a ride.” “Pardon me son, where did you say you were from? I got a feeling that you’re not the only one.” CHORUS I’m from Sausalito my parents tell me, That’s where they say that I was born. But between you and me, I never cared much for the sea, So I don’t want to be from there anymore. V2 “Well kid, you and me make two - I’m pretty tired of just making do When the 303 ain’t their cup of tea after all. But it takes more than smoke to make this midnight choke, So lift that lovely chin, keep walking tall. Pardon me son, where did you say you were from? I got a feeling that you might be the only one.” CHORUS BRIDGE I’d rather be from where believers grow on trees And the folks, they try a little tenderness. Or near the equator, where they cater to the shade And the love costs less, But brother I digress. CHORUS I’m from Sausalito my parents tell me, That’s where they swear that I was born. But between you and me, I’ve always hated the sea, So I don’t want to be from there anymore.
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V1 Girls don’t see the seasons change when they’ve got closets to rearrange And a boy in their heart who lights up the dark when things go wrong. And birthdays are wasted on the few who found someone to sing ‘em a song or two Way down by the water, with the bottle he brought of something strong. CHORUS Princess listen for the sound of a prince left in the lost and found. And what’s a girl to do when he’s gazing up at you With those eyes that compromise the here and now? V2 They say chivalry is dead, and the the good guys are hanging on by a thread. Well I say good riddance, ‘cause the roses and the ribbons take their toll. Flowers only go so far if she won’t tell you where the demons are And this shining armor can’t illuminate the harbour of her soul. CHORUS BRIDGE Whether hazel like the heels that kill your feet Or dark like the hour drive back home, Blue like the glowing screen of short replies and quick goodbye’s And messages you’ve left him at the tone. CHORUS Princess listen for the sound of a prince left in the lost and found. And what’s a girl to do when he’s gazing up at you With those eyes that compromise the petty lies, poorly disguised, The fleeting, unreceding here and now?

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Spence Hood's second studio EP

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released March 29, 2019

Produced by Robert L. Smith and Chris Hierro at Defy Recordings
Music produced by Chris Hierro
Mixed and mastered by Robert L. Smith

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Spence Hood Seattle, Washington

Spence Hood is a Seattle-based “singer-popwriter” making melodic guitar- and piano-driven grooves with flares of jazz and R&B

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