Now how did you know
that I couldnt tell
Heaven from the earth
the earth from hell
I ain't been feeling so well
I was drinking from the well
Just shaking the curse
layed down on me
by that freckly witch
at the apple tree
she's been tearing at the seams
of the fabric of my dreams
And I need you to make believe in me
For I cant believe myself
I dont see the light
I need a little help
It's a worrisome thing
that happens to a man
left alone too long
with his heart in his hands
with them voices in his head
on a pillow, in the bed
Urging him to break free
from the prison stall
of his fleshy form
of his bony walls
They've been holding him too long
in a place he knows is wrong
And I need you to make believe in me
For I cant believe myself
I dont see the light
I need a little help
Somewhere in Central Park their is a tree
where I buried your every memory
But I need you to make believe in me
For I cant believe myself
I dont see the light
I need a little help
Fact: Tomo Nakayama is one of the greatest songsmiths working today. He's also pretty much the sweetest soul around. I feel honored that he lent his talents to "Farewell, tender heart." The Josey Dears
So, I lived in Seattle for 13 frickin' years and was never introduced to King Dude or his music. Now I'm crashing on a couch in Brooklyn listening to this shit through headphones and it's slaying me! The Josey Dears
This cat can do no wrong. All self recorded and produced. Reminds me of early K Records stuff mixed with the Talking heads (or something.) Otherworldly, really. The kinda music that starts trends. The Josey Dears