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Ordinary Florist

by David Pascoe

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1.
Optometry 04:38
When he woke it was not morning on the night before the test Tried his best to read the warning but it was far too small, he took it all, and wandered back to bed to get some rest Woke again feeling quite funny oh, his room was far too sunny, and his eggs were runny, but he barely noticed what he ate For he was staring at a spider as the fibrous thing climbed higher than the naked eye could see, still every leg in sharp relief You see I tried to read the label but the letters were too small I took too much optometry and now I cannot help but see it all So he went about his day finding single hairs of grey in the passers on the sidewalk counting all the shades of May All the ants they seemed much taller, and the people, they seemed uglier - coarse skin given clarity by vision, not the charity of what we make believe But every blade of grass held beauty so much to see All the ridges in the wings of the pigeons on the lawn And the world became his movie technicolored, telescopic eyes to the mind transmitting bits of love You see I tried to read the label but the letters were too small I took too much optometry and now I cannot help but see it all
2.
Creature 03:02
When the hills have all turned green I will wait here ‘til the fog clears my home There’s a valley in between that I hold dear free from all fear when I roam Only after all the falling of the rain, rain, rain clears my veins in the neck and the body of my home When the hills have all turned green and the fog burned low I will turn into a creature I suppose What if I come and tear you apart of me wonders if I could You’re half a helping, but upon this hungry heart I swear I would Where to? Your carcass is rotting as it should You are forgiven, for your body’s yet to feed the hillside’s good What if I come and tear you apart? of me wonders if I could You’re half a helping, but upon this hungry heart I swear I would Where to? Your carcass is rotting as it should
3.
Mud 04:21
I came to the Midwest to put my fury to the test Before her majesty the mud I took my bow We were ankle-deep and crazy, and the clouds there sure are lazy But the people like to dance for the here and now I don’t recall the feeling, you were drunk and I was reeling Oh, my mother would be horrified, your father would be proud And it felt like we were stealing, but the music played for free So we churned that mud to butter and we sang along too loud Give me Moe, no we won’t go to bed until the thunder makes the music wonder what it’s ever gonna play Give me Trey on golden rays Jesus brought the sunshine with the souls he saved today Your hat was slightly tilted and my speech was slightly stilted Please forgive me if I mumbled, but the magic can’t be slurred And the corn was far from wilted as it snaked away I hope my eyes were eloquent to make up for my words Well the ferris wheel was broken and the weather was outspoken But the carnies simply giggled as they welcomed us aboard And the tents were just a token of the life we’d left behind We will muddle, waddle, wiggle here until we get some more Safety team assemble, there are shows still left to play And if the light show keeps on going, then the crowd won’t go away Though we can huddle here together, it’s too wet to kneel and pray but if we all just wear some sunscreen we will see the light of day The silence in the morning when they vanished without warning Seeking higher ground and leaving only those who’d learned to fly We wanted all of the things All of the time A little more whiskey and a lot more wine Better not be sleeping when the weather is this fine Give me sunshine, give me rain My swamp is by the river music will deliver all of it is worth the pain We forgot our given names but we are all together here and who’s to blame? Give me Moe, no we won’t go to bed until the thunder makes the music wonder what it’s ever gonna play Give me Trey on golden rays Jesus brought the sunshine with the souls he saved today
4.
All of the people are gonna move into the city Where the billboard girls are pretty and the water don't run dry Where the movies run all night and even the kitties got plenty o' mice So we're going to the city tonight And when we all get there, we're gonna go in on a business We'll hire cute assistants who will do our work for free We'll worry ‘bout our fitness as we barely run our business In the city, where the money grows on trees And when we've made millions off the poverty of billions We'll marry our assistants and we'll build a family And all of our children, we'll send them to the country And we'll raise them like I wish they had raised me But all your money, money, money, it won't make the weather sunny It will only make your pockets lumpy, make the waitress jumpy At the brand new bills she sees Ain't it funny, funny, funny, all the silly things we do for money But it won't do a thing Unless you spend it on a ring In the city, where the money grows on trees All of our coffers are gonna fill up with the harvest We'll ship our crops to all the farthest nations we can feed But they will pay us well, they'll pay double or they'll go to hell And we'll use the extra money to buy seeds And when all the farmers demand that we go local We'll hire all the yokels to come working in our fields And we'll have record yields, ‘cause yokels have the farmin' feel And we'll use modern science on the weeds But when we find oil under someone else's soil We'll have a change of heart and give the farm to charity All the philanthropy will mitigate the spillage And we'll be rollin' deeper than the sea But all your money, money, money, it won't make the weather sunny It will only make your pockets lumpy, make the waitress jumpy At the brand new bills she sees Ain't it funny, funny, funny, all the silly things we do for money But it won't do a thing Unless you spend it on a ring In the city, where the money grows on trees All of our daughters are gonna grow up to be beauties Their mother was a cutie and they'll build upon her genes But we won't ever tell our pretty little daughters that we got wealth And they'll grow up in the country rich and free And when they go dancin', they'll surely take their chances But the boys will all be honest like I never used to be All of the music will make the people wiggle And bit by bit they'll start to move their feet So move like you're rich and your daddy don't tell ya Move like you're rich and your momma don't know Move like you never seen the bottom of the well And marry me after the show Move like you're rich and you don't know money Move like a baker with sugar and dough Move like a bee like that just made honey And marry me after the show
5.
Scrape, touch, oak leaves on your shoulder poking little holes in the shirt of my composure Green, brown, you will come around showing life in the summer dead, dying, growing older Burn, heal, learning how to feel dropping stones in the river, splashing water on the heels of the Green, love, dripping from above growing moss on the lips of the lovers Sweet sounds, ringing in the valley we are not young but not yet old Buttercups and bluebells, I am fresher than the new swell in the morning on the ocean when the water grows cold
6.
Penny for the poor boy, take pity for a friend Put your pride in the pail and you put it on the rail and the wind will blow again Yes, he’s the same old sorry salesman, same old droopy grin So do your best to smile and maintain indifference He’ll ask you for a moment as he twiddles with his pen You’d say that you don’t live here but he’d only ask you when he can return Same smile, but slightly different words Homogenous petitions of the mindless chirping birds Please, prevent this travesty before it reaches infamy You see, the monkeys need to learn to read It’s Proposition 23, it’s for the monkeys and for me I hope that your capacity to read is slightly smaller than the monkeys Stubbornly indignant, secretly concerned Grasp at conversation but the salesman never learned how to make friends Just speeches with slightly different ends You reach into your wallet and examine all your tens He thanks you with a smile but there’s something in his eyes Bows before the doorstep, and suddenly you realize The lies, the notion, so frightfully absurd What need is there for monkeys to learn the written word? Please, prevent this travesty before it reaches infamy You see, the monkeys need to learn to read It’s Proposition 23, it’s for the monkeys and for me I hope that your capacity to read is slightly smaller than the monkeys
7.
Pretty Toes 02:51
I don’t know what you want But when your lady needs some lovin ’then you better get on it It ain’t no fancy car, it ain’t no diamond ring It’s in the way you move your body that will make her sing I don’t know where she from But she’s a’looking like the kind to make a man go dumb It could be sweet Virginia, could be Tennessee But it don’t matter where she come because she coming for me Well, the doctor told my baby she had pretty toes But he ain’t never seen them wiggle, no the doctor don’t know ‘bout the way she make me feel with a kiss on the nose Oh, what my baby want he don’t know he don’t know he don’t know he don’t know I don’t know what you need But when your lady need some lovin’, best be ready indeed It ain’t no furry coat, it ain’t no fancy dress ‘cause she looks better wearing nothing, this I must confess I’ll never promise you a penny, I ain’t got no dimes But I will give you all my lovin’, give it all of the time And when the preacher from the pulpit said I ain’t been good Well he’s a’talking ‘bout a lovin’ he aint’ understood Well, the doctor told my baby she had pretty toes But he ain’t never seen them wiggle, no the doctor don’t know ‘bout the way she make me feel with a kiss on the nose Oh, what my baby want he don’t know he don’t know he don’t know he don’t know
8.
Sister 03:15
My sister and her mister are ‘bout to leave this town and all my friends will miss her, ‘cause she’s the prettiest girl around But darling don’t get jealous when I tell you what is true that the way I love my sister beats the way that I love you And if you are a poor boy, she’ll laugh at all your jokes she drinks until the morning and she cusses when she smokes The rich men learn to hate her when the clock strikes 2am and all their money’s wasted trying to scratch my sister’s gem Ain’t afraid to say it to the whiskey in my cup There ain’t nothing quite like family when you’re down to pick you up Suddenly I’m laughing like the bubbles in my beer Because my sister makes me smile even when, yes, even when she is not here When momma wasn’t looking we’d do just as we pleased Abby started laughing when she found me stealing cheese And if she wanted bacon well I’d simply ask for more I’d sail across an ocean for the sister I adore And when I started dating I’d always date her friends a couple bad decisions but it worked out in the end But she was always looking for the jack of every trade now all the jacks go grinning for the queen has yet to be played If you take my sister, you better take good care of her, do all the things that make my sister smile, smile, smile Listen to me, mister, if she shivers, you go cold and if you bicker, you will fold to keep my sister smiling when she’s gone Ain’t afraid to say it to the whiskey in my cup There ain’t nothing quite like family when you’re down to pick you up Suddenly I’m laughing like the bubbles in my beer Because my sister makes me smile even when, yes, even when she is not here
9.
Locks 00:54
If singing’s where your heart is then let your voice ring fine But if crime’s become your fancy, why not let them intertwine? We’ll rob a bank with music oh at first the guards might balk But the drums will smash the windows while our harmonies pick locks And when the cops come rushing with bullets for our tunes Oh, the double-bass will shake the place and the flutes will make them swoon The coda of the clicking locks won’t take our voices long Our steps in time, we’ll waltz on by with a stolen sack of song
10.
I’m not your ordinary florist I pick my flowers from the ground If you can find me where I pick them I’ll sell you kisses, kisses by the pound Mary, Mary, quite contrary, you claim to be in love But the man who buys you violets doesn’t look you in the eye when he says that you’re the one I’m just a casual observer of the hustle, the bustle, the midweek fervor with which we buy moments when we don’t have time to pick them all ourselves Sarah comes on Tuesdays to buy daffodils for Juan She thinks that it’s the flowers keep him laughing on her lawn Doesn’t know, doesn’t know, doesn’t know how love can be so sweet Well I can smell the desperation in the stack of her receipts I’m not your ordinary florist I pick my flowers from the ground If you can find me where I pick them Oh, love can be tyrannical Me, I’m just botanically so From morning’s golden glory ‘til night has drawn the shades I’ll tell you all my Latin for your pretty pennies paid But I don’t work on weekends, no, weekends are my own For if I did, then darling tell me, how would all the lovin’ get grown? I don’t work on weekends, but if I did all the poppies would be free I don’t work on weekends, no, no, no, no… For if I did, then darling tell me, how would all the lovin’ get grown? I’m not your ordinary florist I pick my flowers from the ground If you can find me where I pick them I’ll sell you kisses, kisses by the pound

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I took too much Optometry and now I'm seeing things.

David Pascoe's debut solo album will reawaken your powers of observation. Recorded in New York City over the course of a summer season working on an organic farm in Connecticut, it draws from both a deep love of nature and a fascination at the idiosyncrasies of a bustling metropolis. Whether listening from a lonely hilltop or a crowded city street, listen twice. You’ll be surprised at what you find.

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released August 4, 2017

David Pascoe - fiddle, mandolin, guitar, vocals
Sarah Eichler - vocals

All original music & lyrics by David Pascoe.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Dubway Studios in NYC by Jake Bolles.

Cover art by Adam Henry.

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David Pascoe San Francisco, California

David Pascoe is a singer and multi-instrumentalist based in the San Francisco Bay Area.

He was the winner of the 2014 Open Mic Big Stage Competition at Infinity Music Hall in Norfolk, CT, where he later opened for newgrass legend Sam Bush. His newest project, Late for the Train, is a folk collaboration with singer and multi-instrumentalist Laura Benson.
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