Clay Sparks

Clay Sparks

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Country - Americana | North Hollywood, California, United States
Total Song Plays: 1,833   
Member Since: 2008
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Plays:

22

Song Description

Chronicling a couple and their morning routine.

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Lyrics

The morning sun becomes her, splashes off her face, she stirs and rolls against me, a kiss that finds a place.

She slips out from our warm bed into the cold and her fuzzy old pink robe, and shuffles to the kitchen while I get a few more winks in.

I get up to the tea pot's whistle, find her putting berries in a bowl. A little peck and then checks her email, I pour juice and watch the news.

But that's just the blues and I could use a shower and a shave. And she sits with me while I scrape my face and talks to me bout nothing and the human grace, and she talks to me about everything and the harmony and of misery and of human grace.

Song Length
2:14
Genres
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Tranquil, Endearing

Subject Matter
Loving Marriage
Similar Artist
Elliott Smith
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Clayton Mercurio Sparks
Music Credits Clayton Mercurio Sparks
Producer Credits Clayton Mercurio Sparks
Publisher Credits Clayton Mercurio Sparks/BMI
Performance Credits Clayton Mercurio Sparks