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Foothills

by Spence Hood

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lyrics

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.

credits

released February 15, 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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