Homeless Romantic

by Chris Jeffries

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released April 1, 2014

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Chris Jeffries San Francisco, California

If Lou Reed had lived in the '30s and had an affinity for moonshine instead of heroin, he would sound dangerously close to the delicate rootsiness of what Chris Jeffries is creating. Combining the swagger of Mr. Reed with the bad-luck living and roaring fingerpicking of folk stalwarts like Lead Belly, Jeffries creates a sound that could be plucked straight out of your granddaddy's Crosley ... more

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Track Name: Homeless Romantic - Butterflies & Bumblebees
your face is a melody I hum underneath my breath

on my way with the better part of today left

to show you life I know it will mean my death


and the warm wet nights

just like lips that linger

I walked and walked and never thought to stop

or blow it a kiss goodbye as it slipped through my fingers


and it doesn't make it any better

but It dont mean I have to care

it doesn't really change anything for me


on my way and i'm taking those baby steps

sweet are the sidewalks for which I have slept

to show you life I know it will mean my death

and the warm wet nights

just like lips that linger

I walked and I walked and never thought to stop

and blow it a kiss goodbye as it slip through my finger

and it would't make it any better

and it don't mean I have to care

I should be satisfied stealing the air I breathe


run with the tumbleweeds stuck in the gutter life

you belong to the bumblebees you belong to the butterflies
Track Name: I Love L.A.
I love l.a.

He loves his money
she loves his speed

I love l.a.

He pissed his pants
getting of the bus
he pissed on my leg


and if you go
to hollywood
the fried chicken's good

she loves his money
he loves t.v.

I cant leave
it's sixty degress
everyday

I love the freaks
on venice beach
freaks just like me

the prostitutes
they are so rude
then they take my pay

those swimming pools and movie stars
i've got It made

he loves his speed
she loves his speed
I love his speed

I love l.a.
Track Name: Homeless Romantic - Hombre sin Nombre (Man with no Name)
Whistle in the wind

lord knows where I been

its like trying to see in the dark



living in and out of sin

again and again

at least I know when satan is playing his part


look for the signs

dont bogart that wine

shit, you know the nights never end



but I must have been blind

to leave it all behind

and know i'd never be coming back here again



every place looks the same

for a man with name



counting up the change

and washing the stains

the little memories of all the nights gone past



driving in the rain

i'm going insane

it's all just one big pain in my ass



loud and obscene

and far from clean

it's nowhere is where we are all bound



if the grass was green

I would have stayed in eugene

but I think i'd rather be driving around



but every place looks the same

for a man with no name
Track Name: Homeless romantic - The Saddest Parade
Darling my bones are aching

from overuse and strain

and day by day i've been losing my brain and I have less and less to say to you

darling my bones are weak

and my legs are to run

my scrawny frame it calls out your name

but i'm already deaf blind and dumb

darling wave goodbye to this place

just like a monkey being shot into space

with a bit of luck and an empty cup

and a tear rolling down your face

you, you belong to me

you, you belong to me

on the dark side of the street

darling pay no attention to that old spinning wheel

no one is left, no one at all except for time

to kill, eventually we'll make him stand still and die a thousand deaths in

each others arms

darling we were kings and queens

of skeletons and zombies

and I had a beautiful dream

the boiling sea it flooded the streets

so I hitch-hiked back down to new orleans

to accept all the dead love you once offered me

you, you belong to me

you, you belong to me

on the dark side of the street




this is the saddest parade

and it's the last parade of the day