Thirty Seven

by Eddie Golden III

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Recorded in Watertown, Connecticut and Cape Cod, Massachusetts.

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released 11 November 2014

Album artwork and songs by Eddie Golden III except "Paradise Cove," which was written by Ray Hunt, and "Life's a Gas," written by Marc Bolan.

Additional vocals on "Trippy Vigils" by Alyssa Fontaine.

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Track Name: I Wanna Run Away
I wanna run away,
but which way do I run to?

You have something to look forward to, girl.
I have something to look forward to, too, girl.
Let's go travelin' again,
run away.
Track Name: Get Outside
Get outside.
Just get yourself outside tonight.
Track Name: Love, Here I Cum
Ed was from Connecticut,
he had had enough of it.
He wants a better life,
he's going away.

Love, here I cum, hoping to find the one
that I call the one; she is real.

Lots of people smell like shit,
but one girl is different.
She's got special charms within her armpits.
Love in armpit.

If you get the chance to love
it's not from the skies above.
Stay awake,
it's only nature's call.
Track Name: California Girl
California girl,
beneath every star is a picture of you.
Release who you are so the world/I could have you.

That's where we stopped,
that's what it ended on,
that's when we stopped loving.
Track Name: Life's a Gas
I could have loved you girl
Like a planet
I could have chained your heart
To a star

But it really doesn't matter at all
No it really doesn't matter at all
Life's a gas,
I hope it's gonna last

I could have built a house
On the ocean
I could have placed your love
In the sky.

But it really doesn't matter at all
No it really doesn't matter at all
Life's a gas,
I hope it's gonna last
Track Name: Trippy Vigils
Riding along, just singing a song you heard them sing.
Let's all increase the day.

Time moves slowly
when you are stoney.
Bells console me,
they ring for the night.
Time moves faster
digging for old, buried treasure.
I'm told that we're measured
by how much we find.

(Fly like an arrow,
die, have sorrow.
Learn to fly, learn to die.)