earl patrick

indie-pop singer & songwriter: tumbled.
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i’ll always come home to you

Maybe that time in the park, I think we were dressed for June. You held my heart in your hands. It felt like I asked for you. The clouds never stopped rolling in. Oh no, the clouds never stop rolling in. But your whispered breath in my ear made everything start again.

With my feet on the ground and my heart on my sleeve
I’ll always come home to you
With my head in the clouds and my heart full of need
I’ll always come home to you

Maybe that time on the beach, it was 4 in the afternoon. I felt the heat in the sand. You said you felt it too. The waves never stopped rolling in. Oh, no the waves never stop rolling in. But you put your lips to my lips and made everything start again.

With my feet on the ground and my heart on my sleeve
I’ll always come home to you
With my head in the clouds and my heart full of need
I’ll always come home to you

Maybe that time in the dark, beneath an August moon. You hold my heart in your hands. I’ll always come home to you.

- e. patrick

from always to sometimes

sometimes i think about dyeing my hair, sometimes i just think about dying. everyday i’m more bitter and jaded, but each one that goes by your memory’s fading to nothing i believed in was true. i guess that’s what i learned from you. everyday i turn more green with envy, but i’m sure i remember that you used to love me

sometimes i think about you, and i know that you don’t; i know that you don’t. sometimes i think about you; how you stood in the door when i watched you go. sometimes i think about you, and i know that you don’t; i know that you don’t. i can’t stop thinking about you; how i stood in the door and watched you go from always to sometimes.

sometimes i lie awake mourning you’re gone, but that feeling’s gone in the morning. everyday i’m a little bit stronger. everyday i move upwards and on towards something i know to be true; i’m much better off without you. everyday there’s a moment of doubting, but it only comes up when your memory’s around me

sometimes i think about you, and i know that you don’t; i know that you don’t. sometimes i think about you; how you stood in the door when i watched you go. sometimes i think about you, and i know that you don’t; i know that you don’t. i can’t stop thinking about you; how i stood in the door and watched you go from always to sometimes.

in so many ways, i am so over you, but there are so many ways that my ways are too few. but i swear as i stand i will make it through this thing and i will only remember the way that you kissed me sometimes.

i think about you, and i know that you don’t; i know that you don’t. sometimes i think about you; how you stood in the door when i watched you go. sometimes i think about you, and i know that you don’t; i know that you don’t. i can’t stop thinking about you; how i stood in the door and watched you go from always to sometimes.

- e. patrick
from the album Like This Cold April Snow

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all signs point to providence

six train at five a.m., four stops until i reach the end. three months, two days and one long hour until i see you again. up a flight of icy stairs, it’s a colder thinner atmosphere. every breath’s a question; what the hell am i doing here?

all signs point to providence. i have never been to rhode island, but i’m starting to believe there’s a place in my life where everything is safe and quiet.

now i’ve met isaac’s angel, and he always comes at night and tells me everything i’m doing wrong with my life. i can’t sleep when i think too much. i can’t think when i dream of love. if i can’t forgive myself for what i’ve done, i’ll have no one left to trust.

all signs point to providence. i have never been to rhode island, but i’m starting to believe there’s a place in my life where everything is safe and quiet.

so now it’s thirty-five-thousand feet and flying through a thin dark sky, and i am thinking about my life on the ground; thinking about how it all went down. i must be the luckiest boy alive. i’ve got three seats to myself on a beautiful night, and a beautiful life.

all signs point to providence. i have never been to rhode island, but i’m starting to believe there’s a place in my life where everything is safe and quiet.

- e. patrick
from the album Like This Cold April Snow

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Edward Hopper, New York Restaurant, 1922

Edward Hopper, New York Restaurant, 1922

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the greatest steak in new york

julia, i like your smile, and i think your eyes are even darker than mine. i love that you drink coffee the way that some people drink wine, and i was wondering if you’d like to go out on friday night.

but i don’t know what you’d say, and i’m a touch gun shy these days.

julia, i like your laugh; it makes me smile just thinking about it. so call me if you want to walk out in the rain or maybe go to ellis island for the day.

but i don’t know what you’d say, and i’m a touch gun shy these days.

so julia, have a happy birthday. i hope the cats have let you sleep nice and late, and that tonight, you go out and find yourself the greatest steak in new york.

- e. patrick
from the album Like This Cold April Snow

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stupid or narcissistic

do you remember the night we climbed the hill on the north side of town, the palest of night skies shining on our young skin? you held me like a brother and never asked me how, because we knew tomorrow’d never come again.

you pointed at the august moon, and you said that it was ours. i believed you, but what a stupid thing for me to do. i should have known you were telling lies. i could always tell when you told me the truth.

sometime between who we were then and who we have become, tomorrow crept in like the rain in the night. i haven’t thought about that old hill in years. i’m forgetting the best times of your life.

i was the best thing in your life, and you just let me go. are you stupid or narcissistic? maybe it’s both.

- e. patrick
from the album Like This Cold April Snow

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