McKinley

McKinley

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Folk - Rock | Portland, Oregon, United States
Total Song Plays: 5,373   
Member Since: 2003
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Song Description

Sweet song with big hooky, chorus and poignant lyrics about being a kid and being scared by everything, not feeling like home was a safe place. Uses "Dorothy" and "Auntie Em" in the chorus. I have two mastered versions of this song. This one is the less produced, but older version. I'll load the other version as well on Broadjam.

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Lyrics

I could build houses that wouldn't bend with the breeze.
Not like my own home of not so brave straw,
with a wolf living in every part of the yard.
They don't mean to be greedy, it's just what they are.

Falling asleep I'd feel the walls bending
close to a buckle, Auntie Em, Auntie Em,
God, would you look what's coming.
This was no strom I could sleep through
like some silly Dorothy, it blew holes in me
before I could say. There never was a place, never was a place like home.

I was going to join Custer's Army or John Wayne's posse.
On my Bantam bike, I'd ride away.
I never spoke of my plans to travel. I was too afraid I wouldn't be begged to stay.

Now falling asleep I feel the walls bending
close to a buckle, Auntie Em, Auntie Em,
God, would you look what's coming.
This is no strom I can sleep through
like some silly Dorothy, it blows holes in me
before I can say. There never was a place, never was a place like home.
There never was a place, never was a place like home.

Song Length
2:57
Genre
Pop - General
Tempo / Feel
Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal
Female Vocal
Moods
Quiet, Poignant

Subject Matter
General, Junk Food

Similar Artists
Tori Amos, Sarah Mclachlan
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits McKinley
Music Credits McKinley
Producer Credits Steve Hale
Performance Credits McKinley, Steve Hale, Marty Jennings, Brian Davis
Label Credits Burnside Records