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Like Wolves
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"Like Wolves" - written and copyrighted by David Condos
In the right building, they’ll make you a person / Now you’re cosmopolitan / But you don’t know what you’re doing / They paint your picture with ears like a staircase / Of course, you’ve got no mouth to answer for your way / Howl like wolves / But how, how, how they like you / In this old city, talk floats like pollution / Of course, you suck it in / But you don’t know what you’re doing / They place your feet in choreographed revolutions / You’ve got to move to the mountains just to see all the ruin / Howl like wolves / But how, how, how they like you / Yeah, you’re on a golden leash / But no, you’re not their only beast
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"Don’t Look At Me Like That" - written and copyrighted by David Condos
I look at you with the eyes of a taken man / All I know, all I know / Don’t keep yours under the veil of unassuming lids / I don’t know why I bother to look again / All I know, all I know is / I can’t rebury a treasure and forget where it’s hid / I wish your face were literal / And those eyes were telling me I’m yours / But they don’t look at me like that / Don’t look at me like that / Who knew oblivious eyes could be treacherous / All I know, all I know is / When they’re looking at me, I’ve never been more controlled / All writing on your face is illegible / And those eyes are the lone interpreters / But they don’t look at me like that / Don’t look at me like that / I know you don’t / Don’t look at me like that
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"Finding Yourself There Now" - written and copyrighted by David Condos
Eyes don’t open as wide as they used to / They squint in light of all they’ve seen / But once you learn to make it at the bottom / You find more layers underneath / You’re finding yourself there now / Your life is just sprouting out / We’re all taught to guard our invitation / And love with a stoic coloring / But once you’re all shorn of that old wool / You’ll find you’re blushing underneath / You’re finding yourself there now / Your life is just sprouting out / Planted in a wasteland of old bouquets / May your roots dive to a place beyond you / Where you don’t know what the next sun means 'til it’s holding your hand / You’re finding yourself there now / Your life is just sprouting out
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David Condos Nashville, Tennessee
Hello. I'm an independent singer-songwriter living in Nashville, Tenn.
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