My Nesting Dirt

by Rare Magic

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released February 21, 2017

Recorded, mixed and produced by Phil Odom at Bad Wolf Studios
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege

All songs written and performed by J. Connor Oakley. Additional lead guitar and synth by Phil Odom.

All proceeds will be donated to the ACLU.

With love and thanks to Ashley Graves, Matt, Andre, Phil, Stephen, and all my friends and family for listening to my demos, encouraging my efforts, and taking care of me always.

As always these recordings are dedicated to the memory of Pauline Reagan.



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Track Name: God Fearing/God Feeling
I fell out to a call,
the air of it pouring into my gut
It wasn't then, it wasn't at all
You should have saved it,
you lucked out when you struck

A sellout to my God,
the hound won't quit tearing in with eyes shut
It wasn't him, if it was at all
I should have told you,
some doors lock when they're shut.

God Fearing
God Feeling
Track Name: Black Wings
We ran out to the edge of where it was
of aimless loves and names and such
I could see the scars of my life from here

Now the sun is going down on remaining towns,
straight at the waist, young in the face
I'm sorry, have we ever met before?

I ordered us drinks, hoping you'd come by
now I'm two drink in and I'm one lover shy.
I don't think it matters, leaving alone.

We drove out to the sea where we thought it was
the painless loves, and flames, and such.
I could see that I was finally in the clear.

Now she's turning back around, as we're on the ground
hands on her waist, her name was grace
But I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before.

Now I'm four drinks in and my mind is shot,
I got scared cause you're beautiful and I'm not
But parts matter more than composition alone.

I drove into the sea where I saw I was
the shameless one tied to a crutch.
I should have seen that I had took too much to steer.
Track Name: My Nesting Dirt
I see a traitor in the garden.
His split tongue he lends to me.
I let him speak when I've forgotten,
what I'd do and who I'd be.

"I'll see you later," said the coffin.
It and the words are buried deep.
I cannot forgive my accomplice,
with ankles held in new concrete.