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Older Songs (2007​-​2011)

by Brendan Little

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1.
(For MPM and Jennifer) I've been living for the kids And cursing all I want to curse I'll tell it like it is That god of yours should have took me first It's strange what you lose When the sky falls in an August rain Like boys, like girls, like love, like loss, like pain And this one's for the kids In all of their glory Yeah, this one's for the kids And the same old story Forgive me for the moments I missed The moments I missed This one's for them This one's for them Their toothy smiles Like white flags through black smoke When you bury your kin It's hard to find that silver line hope And that ghost in the mirror Looks a little too much like them And the August rain to wash my skin And this one's for the kids In all of their glory Oh, this one's for the kids And all they did for me Forgive me for the moments I missed The moments I missed This one's for them Forgive me for the moments I missed The moments I missed
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There are bullet shells all along Broadway Neon flooding my eyes And I feel so defeated and hungry In the river of passerby I stick out just like a sore thumb out here My neighborhood stained on my tongue I think at least I've got the right clothes on The boots you bought me are holding up fine I remember you said you hated Canal Street Well so do I babe, so do I Maybe I ain't found nothing Maybe I ain't found nothing out here Maybe I ain't found nothing better than you Summertime night, girl sitting on a stoop With her darting eyes made up cheap She reminds me I'm not home And you come ringing through my bones Like a promise I could never keep And I'm stemming for change alone For the ten dollar bus ride home This is where my dreams have brought me tonight Maybe I ain't found nothing Maybe I ain't found nothing out here Maybe I ain't found nothing better than you They say this city never sleeps But I've seen it nodding out at peace With a fond look on its face Like its remembering the arms Of somebody that it left behind In a far off more genuine time And I miss you that way I miss you that way I'm never lost long, because there's always a light That burns through the concrete blinds It tells me you're my home and you come ringing my bones Like you've done a thousand other times I'm stemming for change alone For the ten dollar bus ride home This is where your love has brought me tonight
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Saints wear out their welcome Bright gaudy golden wings When you're sick with booze and pills You will repent to most anything You are, you are, you are the errant star You are, you are, you are Well I hear you got some medicine That will right my crooked spine If you're serious then call me Matthew Or Sister Madeline You are, you are, you are the errant star You are, you are, you are

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These are songs that I recorded over the years, mostly with Brion Regan, my longtime musical co-pilot. I plan to add more over time as I dig into the archives.

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released January 1, 2007

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Brendan Little Boston, Massachusetts

Brendan Little is a Boston based singer-songwriter & producer.
Contact him at blittle86@gmail.com with any inquiries or thoughts.

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