Junkyard Picasso

by On The Cooling Board

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Golden Hour 03:16
In the Golden Hour In the Golden Hour I can see the light In the Golden Hour In the Golden Hour I can see the light I’m No Barrel of Monkeys I know sometimes I bring things down But when we’re smiling When we’re laughing I think we’ll turn it around In the Golden Hour In the Golden Hour I can see the light In the Golden Hour In the Golden Hour I can see the light I wanna see your face I wanna see your face Laughing in the pouring rain I wanna hear your laugh I wanna hear your laugh In the sweet golden sun
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Waiting 03:41
Wrote I love you seven times On a cocktail napkin Left the last one blank Till I see you again Maybe when I see you You can fill me in Maybe when I see you We’ll be more than friends Waiting... Waiting… The day is not fading It’s setting the scene Could someone good like you Love a fool like me? Maybe when I see you We can fill things in Maybe when I see you We’ll be more than friends Waiting Waiting Wait If all you want me to say Is you like me ok That’s good enough for me That’s enough to make me stay Maybe when I see you You can fill me in Maybe when I see you We’ll be more than friends Waiting Waiting
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I Know 03:24
It’s been a long year For all of us And I never would have made it through Without red wine Interstate weed And all that love from you How are you today? How are you today? I know. I know. I know. When we travel Maybe one day Making new memories We’ll be dancing We’ll be dancing How are you today? How are you today? I know. I know. I know. A new season Fresh start Still wont be squeaky clean And it’s ok We’re ok How are you today? How are you today? I just called to say How are you today? I know. I know. I know.
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Called himself Junkyard Picasso Welded like Pollock Ran the Magnet At the scrapyard Made folk-art Wasn’t born as much as he fell out We bonded over The Clash Used to eat bologna and mustard He was short on cash “The roosters ain't sellin’ kid Nor the fish, or the oil-can-man So I ‘bought’ a few antiques” Winking from his skid-steer tan Called himself Junkyard Picasso But welded like Pollock Ran the Magnet At the scrapyard Made folk-art Metal was his higher calling He served at the church of rust “Love thy neighbor and thy customer And mind your dust” When he got sick we never knew it No services held I don’t know what you think success is But I cherish that shaky weld I call him Junkyard Picasso His welds were perfect to me His vision never compromised His life was always free

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released April 9, 2021

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On The Cooling Board Knoxville, Tennessee

Founded as a one-man garage-blues noise machine, On The Cooling Board has grown into collection of heartfelt, dirty, rock and roll.

Singer/Songwriter Ryan Browning hones modern grit for fans of rock revival.

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