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Songs About a Woman

by Ben Foerg

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Bad weather's creepin' in I can feel it in my bones I'd lay me down to sleep But I ain't got no home Been high for days So everything feels alright Then I come on down to the ground Where she's got me in her sights I got one mean woman after me Out in the Midwest She's got friends around town So I do my best To lay low, keep my head down Fade in to the shadows But a woman always know how to spot a man When he's feelin' low Every time I turn around, she's lookin' for me Lurkin' behind corners I can't see She's got eyes like knives and I ain't got nowhere to hide And she's movin' in to eat me alive And I say, please, aw pretty mama, please She's rippin' off my skin I'm feelin' the heat I try to find her where Our senses meet But she don't give a damn About makin' a connection She just knows how to use a man When she needs some attention Every time I turn around, she's lookin' for me Lurkin' behind corners I can't see She's got eyes like knives and I ain't got nowhere to hide And she's movin' in to eat me alive And I say, please, aw pretty mama, please Mornin' after blues Got me feelin' like a dog Tail between my legs Sittin' round like a bump upon a log So I go downtown where the lights are low And order me a cheap whiskey And what do you know, this pretty little thing Sits down right next to me Every time I turn around, she's lookin' for me Lurkin' behind corners I can't see She's got eyes like knives and I ain't got nowhere to hide And she's movin' in to eat me alive And I say, please, aw pretty mama, please
2.
Blackwater 04:26
Summon me, sleeping sister of the Westwood Run through the tall grass and call my name Put on your best dress and let's go make a mess In a town where everything is rearranged Where skyscrapers are underground And the sun is blue and green Where the people all laugh when they mean to cry And say only what they mean Where the windows have no houses And the fathers love their daughters Ride with me through the blackwater Slither up close to me, my sweet release Let a lonely, wandrin' no one have his piece Like a hot meal on the table taunting me I can only go so long before I feed We'll drift on with the wind Through the rainbow candy streets Where people only listen When they really mean to speak Where love is seen as royalty And all the rest is fodder Ride with me through the blackwater Whispers from the walls keep me awake I know it's wrong, but I listen to what they say Like a moth drawn to the flame I know what's happening, but I can't change Float on, float away Worry yesterday Into the night we go On a carpet made of air Where you hear someone walking But nobody's ever there Where endless dreaming minutes Are led like lambs to the slaughter Ride with me through the blackwater
3.
She takes me inside She offers her hand She whispers to me But I can't understand How my love could leave me stranded as I am She takes off her clothes She lets down her hair She asks me to dance And I say it's not fair That my love could leave me stranded as I am Such a pretty life we lead So many sleepless nights I'm gone In the end, we're only friends Alone to roam the plane so long Stranded in the wasteland She goes to the bed Tells me to come along I follow her lead But something feels wrong My body is here, but my mind is far away She moans in the night Throws her hips to the moon My mind is afloat Like a hot air balloon I'm lookin' down from the ceiling and I haven't a word to say Such a pretty life we lead So many sleepless nights I'm gone In the end, we're only friends Alone to roam the plane so long Stranded in the wasteland It's all in the air we breathe I'm trapped and I can't break free She covers her skin With a thin silk dress She wipes away tears Pulls her hair back and says How could my love leave me stranded as I am? I search for the words Look for a reprieve I walk out the door And I still can't believe That my love could leave me stranded as I am It's all in the air we breathe I'm trapped and I can't break free
4.
I meant it when I said You're the only woman in my head You were there when I fell to pieces You were there when I rose to the throne You were there when I said I love you, Now leave me alone I wake up each afternoon Into the mess I've created But rather than sit there and take it I drink it away Do you believe yourself when you write I must think it's not worth the fight? 'Cuz I've got a big ol' collection Of songs I can't play It's just too hard To face you with my heart So I used my mind I thought I was being kind But you were too mired to see It was just me being me Lately, when we speak It's a cocktail of honesty And bitterness and missin' the skin Of the one you belong to It ain't like we should just throw it to the dogs But you're quick to the trigger and I'm slow to the draw Forgive me my most recent faux pas But I'm still in love Do you believe when you write I must think it's not worth the fight 'Cuz I been thinkin' the hand Don't fit the glove It's just too hard To face me with your heart So you used your guile and devilish ways Because you're in denial and you are afraid I thought you had made me to play the fool But it was just you being you

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The first in a string of three EP's from Los Angeles' favorite unknown psychedelic folk artist, Ben Foerg. In 'Songs About a Woman, (Who Lured Me In, Told Me That I Was Her Everything, Whispered Sweet Nothings In My Ear Then Subsequently Ripped My Heart Out, Stomped On It, Threw It In a Dumpster, Lit It On Fire & Left Me Feeling Very Fucked Up & Alone What a Bitch Know What I Mean Guys Am I Right? High Five)' (yes, that is the real title), Foerg gives us but a taste of his booze-fueled, bittersweet world--a world where women and pot smoke permeate the air constantly; where the bartenders all know him by name; where the smog is thick, the water is murky and the cigarettes are always in short supply.

When asked for quote, Foerg had this to say: "I'd like to thank the Woman referenced in the title, without whom none of my heartbreak, subsequent madness, gradual descent into alcoholism and hemorrhoids would have been possible."

Download now for a glimpse into the world of one of today's leading unknown psychedelic folk artists. Be on the lookout for the next EP, and follow at www.soundcloud.com/benfoerg to catch the latest happenings from Ben Foerg.

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released September 28, 2015

Ben Foerg (music, production, mastering)
Josh Loney (artwork)
Beer (making it all possible)

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Ben Foerg Los Angeles, California

Folk-inspired songwriter with a DIY philosophy and a punk rock ethos at heart.

Contact: benfoerg@gmail.com

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