Boots By the Back Door

Laid-back slow funk with a swampy, rubbery bassline and lazy pocket drums, Deep male vocals right up front, talk-singing on the verses with subtle grit, then opening into a warm, melodic hook, Rhodes keys and wah guitar answer the vocal phrases, with a short organ lick as a turnaround, Background oohs and low harmonies in the chorus, everything drenched in a cozy, lived-in room sound, vocal, slow, deep, funky

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[Verse 1] Got my boots by the back door Dust on the laces Stories in the seams Map curled up on the fridge magnet Coffee ring circles where the ocean used to be First scar from a rooftop tumble Second from a dragon that I almost charmed Third one’s just from slipping on the front porch Funny how the last one hurt the most [Chorus] I used to chase the edge of the world Now I’m chasing this old armchair Traded my sword for a Sunday paper My battles for the rocking of this stair I’ve been a legend I’ve been a rumor Now I’m just the man next door Saga of a tired old wanderer Who finally dropped his pack on the floor [Verse 2] There’s a dent in the shield on the hallway wall Right by the crooked family frame Kids think it’s just a shiny coat hanger Never seen the fire in that old name [low vocal register] Letters in a box under my bed From queens From crooks From friends long gone Read ‘em when the thunder hits the window Let the past sing backup to the storm [Chorus] [Bridge] Some nights the road still calls me Soft as a tavern door swinging wide I pour one drink for the ghosts at my table Then tell ‘em I’m staying inside [whispered vocals] If the world needs saving by sunrise Send somebody younger this time [Chorus]

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