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The Near Myths: Music


(The Near Myths)
June 23, 2013
Jim Clark/Ben Greene

Jim - lead vocal, acoustic 6 & 12 string guitars

Teep - lead guitar, mandolin, bass

Bernadette - piano

Ben - 12-string guitar

Matthew - drums

Background vocals: Jim, Katy, Bernadette


We’ve got plenty of legroom

And a Maxfield Parrish sky

They call it a Caprice

But we know we’re gonna die

Yes, there’s gas in the tank

And yes, we’re still plugged in

But we’re tryin’ to get gone

And embrace the Now again


Mitch and the The Kid

Hand out candy from Uncle Tom

As the bricks on Hill Street crumble

While The Flies tear up “Mind Bomb”

We’re up on the roof

Takin’ the air

In the sticky Carolina night

With nothin’ to declare



And I know you’re up there with him

I can hear your laugh through the window

I can smell his cigarette

Don’t leave me here in limbo


Bobby’s mandolin

Weaves a garland ‘round the moon

I’m standin’ in a chair

And I’m sailin’ around the room

And all these friends of mine

Are just playin’ it by ear

They’re all goin’ up in smoke

On the longest day of the year


We’ve got plenty of legroom

And we’re makin’ a run downtown

They call it a Caprice

But me I’m feelin’ down

Why won’t you let me know?

Why don’t you go on home?

It’s the party of the decade

But me I’m feelin’ alone




(Repeat first two lines)