by Kevin Dickerson



Sunburst was written and recorded in 2017 and 2018 at Tiny Telephone in San Francisco and Oakland.

Music and words by Kevin Dickerson. Guest singers include Sami Perez (The She's, John Vanderslice, The Gonks) and Andrew Berrios (Varros). Musicians include Ben Lester (Tallest Man on Earth) and Andrew McGuire (John Vanderslice, Meernaa).


released November 2, 2018

Andrew Berrios - Piano, vocals
Ted Carstensen - Drums
Kevin Dickerson - Vocals, bass guitars, electric guitars, steel-string guitar, parlor guitar, Spanish guitar, Portuguese guitar, Mexican vijuela, 16 Second Delay, synthesizers
Ben Lester - Pedal steel
Andrew Maguire - Drums, percussion, Buchla 200e, marimba
Sami Perez - Bass guitar, vocals, drum machines
Beau Sorenson - Buchla synthesizer, Korg Mono/Poly, Korg KR-55, LinnDrum, Oberheim OB-8
Maryam Qudus - Oberheim OB-8

All songs written by Kevin Dickerson
Produced by Beau Sorenson, Kevin Dickerson
Engineered by Beau Sorenson, Sami Perez, Maryam Qudus
Recorded at Tiny Telephone


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Kevin Dickerson is a singer-songwriter who lives in San Francisco. His latest full-length album is called "Ginger Grapefruit."

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Track Name: Do I Remember?
I look out my window
at the glimmering houses on the hill
From my pretty home
in pretty San Francisco

The morning light sparkles off the glass in the morning mist
I’m a morning person now and I need to remember to eat right and to spend more time on my kisses

I see the seagulls spinning
through the light in the air
Are they same ones
I wrote about in a different year?

Would they remember?
Would they recognize me?
Does it matter?
Do we all look the same to them?

And how important is it anyway?
I’m not chasing after fame
Some things you do because you’re driven to do it
It’s in your blood

It’s September
I feel lonely for a change
I don’t feel that much anymore
and I know why

I looked at a picture of red autumn leaves
near my hometown on a friend’s Instagram feed

A tiny perfect wild flower
in a stunning mountain scene

The fall back home is over soon
is time a thief?

Or will it be a companion
on a flight back home next year?

I love my brother
so I texted him

He travels a thousand miles
just like me, on a whim

We have the same voice
We often sound the same

But we share our thoughts
In a different way

"You may see me running down the old dusty road
I will stop and you will smile"

"I say hello and give a wave
and keep going for a while"

Around the bend past an old parked airplane
Tucked away beside a red barn that inspired you to paint

Before you ever met the two sons that you bore
That October that you left us We sat together for days

I took your favorite clothes to the Salvation Army
And a lavender sweater that was folded and buttoned down

that still had the tags on it
that you saved for an occasion that never came

I can’t remember
as well as my brother
I flipped through old black book
And found some of these words

I think I wrote them
In the garden that you loved
We listened on repeat in the living room
to Willie Nelson - “Stardust”

And I there sat for days with the parlor guitar
Rob Czarneski sold to me
You gave me a blue electric guitar
You put a notecard in the case

“This guitar doesn’t play sad songs”
So I’ll use my vihuela from Michoacán and my Spanish guitar tuned to C
I’ll add some words and play guitar
And Beau can add a drum machine
Track Name: Angela Hathaway Is Survived by Her Husband
I joked with the folks at Whole Foods about the drought and the winter rains
Just at the point where things were going okay

But here it comes, bad news, once again
The familiar flood of messages on my phone taking over my brain

To spread the word about the scheduled viewing
Of Angie Hathaway this Sunday at Driscoll's Mortuary in the Mission

Her death was sudden and unexpected
To see the Great American music hall’s marquee on O’Farrell Street
Or to attend a memorial at Slim’s
Right now is too much for me

If there’s nothing else I know
it’s that I understand the pain of losing a loved one too soon

But not in this way
Angie was younger than me

Sometimes I can hardly believe the words I read
I guess today’s the kind of day when my phone blows up unexpectedly
where I find myself reading all of a sudden
“Angie is survived by her husband”

Every moment on Earth is a gift
And yes it’s difficult to stay positive in light of recent events

Angie was far too young to have left us
for now I’m still here, and so is her bereaved husband.

Who is still alive
He knows I’ll be here to support, and not to criticize

I’m not depressed, I have no anxiety
I haven’t been remotely sad lately
Today I don’t give a fuck about politics
or the Vulgarian-in-chief
And tomorrow I’m walking over
To an open casket funeral
a few blocks from my house
to be there to pay my respects
To Angie and her friends and loved ones

There is nothing worse on this earth than losing someone
Remember that the next time you have relationship problems
Deciding what to watch on the television can cause very real relationship problems that may haunt your mind
Next time you argue over what to watch on Netflix or Amazon
remember we are like machines
with an off switch somewhere inside

Remember the next time you turn up your nose at a someone with a needle in their arm lying on the street next to their pitbull puppy
To think about what it means to be survived by

Remember the next time you look down with disgust at a street crackhead junkie
To think about what it means to be survived by

Remember the next time you find yourself shaking your head after hearing about your favorite musician’s celebrity overdose or heart attack death
To think about what it means to be survived by

If you want to listen to cliché metaphors about death listen to your favorite Spotify playlist
I might suggest "Tears in Heaven” if you were born in the 70s or early 80s and like Eric Clapton
Or “I Will Follow You Into the Dark” for a modern twist, it’s a beautiful song written by Ben Gibbard

If you’re a millennial I’m sure there are plenty of songs out there I’m unfamiliar with
I don’t recall hearing any meaningful songs about death recently in my Lyfts

I have a lot to be grateful for, and I’d rather recommend to put all that aside

And listen to this next line
which came sincerely from Angie’s sister through tears, here’s this to dwell on:
“The world is brighter because it was lit by Angie’s smile.”
I wanted to say, “that doesn't mean it's darker now that she's gone”
But speaking up at funerals isn’t my style, or my preferred platform

And any more details wouldn’t be right to share

Many days have passed.

It’s now February 2018, nearly a year after the funeral.

Things are fine in San Francisco, although I got a few more x-rays last week and an MRI on Friday.

I hope to hear back from Dr. Knee soon, hopefully tomorrow, because it’s been hard to get around.

I’m getting older and I have to take care of myself and watch what I eat.

I went to Europe for the first time this year.

I went to Portugal and had a great trip, despite the fact that it was around New Year’s and everything was kind of closed.

Luckily I was staying near a nice Chinese restaurant by the water in Porto.

I ordered a dish that was like if you took the noodles from instant ramen and deep fried them and put them on a plate.

Everyone was happy and in a celebratory mood.

There was a woman at a large circular table with what seemed to be her whole family.

She got increasingly louder to the amusement of everyone in the restaurant.

We were all sharing looks and smiles with each other.

She went on for hours, sharing many bottles of vino verde and laughing.

At one point she started making really loud noises and hand gestures in the air like she was jerking a guy off and giving him a blowjob.

She was moaning and moaning and moaning. Everyone started giggling.

But I was still jetlagged and I got to sleep before eleven.

I had a great trip, and bought some new old cameras, but the beautiful, narrow streets proved a bit tough for me

I must have looked like an old man, limping around on the old cobblestones.

A few days later I met a Fado player named Alfredo, and I ended up buying a beautiful guitar that I have with me now.

Everyone was going insane screaming and sobbing and howling.
Angie’s friends had a lot of piercings and tattoos and their makeup was edgy.
One girl I recognized from several years back.
She was dancing on top of the bar
at Radio in downtown Oakland.
Back then she seemed to be having the time of her life and it was so sad to see her so upset and broken down.
The memory of that day will never leave me.

I sat alone on a pew in Driscoll’s Serra Mortuary
Writing down some notes on my phone

I’ll never forget The Great American Music Hall’s Marquee

I’ll never forget The Great American Music Hall’s Marquee

I sat at that pew and I a new group text message with many unknown numbers came in
Suma’s sister was gone
Suma had sent a message to tell me and my girlfriend
she was at the airport on a flight to Karnataka
The surreal and intense sympathy washed over me
already surrounded by the sorrow of everyone grieving
And I held in my hands a copy of “See A Little Light” by Bob Mould
Which I picked up on the walk

And I went back into the world now
Up Guerrero, all the way to Hill street

which is aptly named because it is in fact on the top of very tall hill
Past where I walked and crossed the path of a little grey fluffy kitty cat
who comes out to say hello to me from time to time whenever I walk past
Track Name: Ballistic Gel
I watched a video of a bullet
impact through ballistic gel

on youtube in slow motion and threw up sparkling water
mixed with pepto bismol

The gel was meant to react like human flesh and bone
I watched the bullet tear through like it was JELL-O

Maybe I had caught the flu or something
Maybe the kids who had lost their lives in Florida were affecting me

I flushed the toilet and stood underneath hot water and steam
And hoped I could hold down some food for the afternoon

I contemplated the consequences of barfing in the CT machine
Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?

I sipped on the Whole Foods store brand sparkling water can
and I said today that’s not gonna be me

That’s not going to be me

I’ve been very very preoccupied
so in the Lyft I rode in silence

to the sound of Cardi B
and some other songs I’d never heard before on Top 40

I went up to California Street
for some images from computed tomography

The nurse said, "Hi, my name’s Maria."
and I said, "Yes I remember you.

"You gave me an x-ray a few weeks ago...
and an MRI last week

and on your left wrist I think there’s a faded tattoo you probably got when you were 18"
And she smiled and said, "Oh yeah, how are you?"

"How are you?"

I said you know, I’m fine
And onto the CT bed I climbed

She positioned my leg precisely for the scan and covered my balls with lead with great care
and looked at me and said, "There’s a small amount of radiation."

And later that day I scheduled my surgery
to get my sub-taylor joint debrided again

My fingernails were getting too long on my right hand
for playing guitar—not as long as Zack Wylde’s or Lenny Breau’s

So I got my clippers and put on a documentary about so-called "big five" hunters
who like to take down animals like lions and rhinos

I didn’t know a crocodile could roar and howl
It was dark and I shut it off halfway through

My dad hunted and fished when we were growing up
Although I’m pretty sure now it’s possible it was an outsized excuse

For my dad to drink beer and tell jokes with his friends
in the woods like George McClure, member number 609

Of the Elk’s Club who died in 2000
maybe it was a heart attack or maybe a stroke

He was a man of size just like my uncle Glen
Just like my uncle, Glen

I stopped by the studio to hang, my friend Andrew
was tracking vocals, he’s got a great voice and he’s working on a really great album

and he plays piano really well too
And I sat in the control room and pet the little kitty Salome, and I sat and listened

Andrew played piano for me and sang backup vocals on “Do I Remember?”
I said this song sounds great who’s playing bass?

And Beau said that’s Nate Brenner
I said I thought so and I waited for a break to say hi to Andrew and Heather

They said how are you and I said you know how it is I just got a CT scan at RadNet
and Heather said I know the radiologist there, Meghan

I said I bet she has looked at my scans several times over the years
she must like to sing, just like me

Music can be big business like Cardi B, or it can be meaningful and thought provoking
Music is beautiful, and necessary too

If you disagree, ask Keith Sweat about his sexy Keith Sweat grooves

I walked through the mission
from an open house near 24th

I ran into Beau who was eating a burrito
We both said it sure would be an easy walk to the studio

Saw Kathleen there too, I said what a nice city
we live in, I get to run into my friends

Old and new and there’s pretty good food

Maybe not as good as Los Angeles
but the food’s still pretty great—I’ll take burritos over sandwiches any day

I called my dad and he was hauling an old Bassman amplifier half stack
Across the snowy yard to give to his neighbor because the guy got bored during the cold snap

My dad said "We’re always playing with equipment, you and I, we’re the same"
I said "yes dad, in many many many many ways"

We talked about the great guitarist Lenny Breau
How he too left the earth too soon

He played beautiful guitar in his own way
It reminded me that for my own custom guitar I’m still waiting

Lenny Breau’s playing was so beautiful
The angelic harmonies that he played were stunning and technically incredible

Breau was a Canadian hall-of-famer
And I thought about him while I made my way down to Daly City Surgery Center

for a pre-op appointment with one of my anesthesiologists
To get some controlled substances

I said don’t give me those opiates Dr. Churnin
And he said don’t worry you won’t get addicted

I’ll give you Tramadol
it’s more like a wine cooler

You’ll be able to get around
As long as you take great care

Yes, I said, I’ll be glued
to my music-making chair

If you find an idea to create art that is pure
Pick it out of the air

Play with it for a while like I did with this one and add a Keith Sweat kind of groove
And send it out to the world to share
Track Name: Tom Petty Got out of Florida
Here in the control room of Studio B
just laughing about numerous attempts to see
the four-hour-long Tom Petty documentary
Beau said he always falls asleep

Just after the part
where he gets out of Florida
And just before he makes a hit
But my dad and I were glued to it

With only a few brief breaks
When my dad was here visiting last fall…
or was it two years ago?

There were some older kids
who put together enough songs
for a cover band playing
"Free Falling"

And I didn’t know anyone else my age who played
except Charlie whose dad gave him

a Telecaster electric guitar
with a maple fretboard and a Tweed amplifier
he played it and the sound it was beautiful
and I haven’t thought about him in years and years and years

click click click click click click click
type type type type type type type
I’m just doing administrative tasks today

click click click click click
type type type type type
I sure wish the Blue Angles and the tourists would go away

Went to the greek again
for The War on Drugs
and all the girls tossed their hair around just like Willow Smith
guitar solo, guitar solo, guitar solo and saxophone
guitar solo, guitar solo, those guys sure know how to play the crowd like a violin

administrative tasks, administrative tasks, administrative tasks
my artist profile on Spotify
my photo by Paige K. Parsons

I put a hole in my shirt
squeezing in an overstuffed room
moving in to my new apartment
Track Name: In Cuauhtémoc
I took a long hot shower after two rough nights in Cuauhtémoc
In a shitty apartment with no hot water on the first night, oh fuck
And then no water at all on the second day
And the host didn’t respond to me when I complained

The immigration line at the airport was a sweat box
And I heated up a wet hand towel in the microwave to try and wash up
And the place was next to a bumpin’ bar with cocktails, charcuterie, and terrible music
Blasting until two AM… for picking a place to stay, I really blew it

And lying in bed on the first night, stinking
My brain seized in a vice grip of inspiration
Sometimes it just doesn’t stop
And it all comes pouring out with music or whatever my brain’s locked on

Like, I’ll go to a restaurant and eat something so good it almost makes me mad
Oh fuck that’s is delicious why haven’t I tried this yet?
Knowing I’ve been missing out every day prior
On something so incredibly inspiring

Like Brentwood corn or heirloom tomatoes
Or Mariana’s ramen at Los Loosers
I’m far away from the small town I grew up in

Or an unreleased Neil Young album Hitchhiker from 1976
Beautiful music speaks to the soul regardless of how undiscovered or rare it is
I don’t need music blogs or trust fund kid music criticism
I just ask my friends what inspires them

When I was a kid things were different than they are now
We shopped for groceries at a place by a barn something like D&A in town
It wasn’t much and the lettuce was brown
Things seemed less complicated back then, but maybe it was all just an illusion

Looking back now I wonder if I just didn’t see it
Growing up with a modest life
Maybe we were just missing
Out but we always had more than everything we needed

Like my early records, The Beach Boys and The Christmas single
Feliz Navidad by Jose Feliciano
Which I listened to a million times until my mom went insane
I was too small then to fret chords on my dad’s Martin built in Nazareth, PA

And sometimes I hear beautiful music
That makes me think things like, “I wish I’d thought of that”
Or I have thoughts like, “that’s the kind of music I want to make”
When there’s a sound or a chord change or a feeling that makes you double-take

Music speaks to universal truth
And music heals us and helps us work through
Mundane or challenging
Thoughts and issues we face

Like, “why do I still bother reading the news?”
Meanwhile everyone in Mexico’s like Aww that’s cute, you’re just catching up
While forty years ago Neil Young was singing about Peru
The news in Mexico was already many decades into being fucked up

Maybe the world isn’t worse than it used to be
Maybe it just seemed simpler in the 90s

Sometimes you gotta take a stretch
And make something pure and from the heart
Even if you make a mess along the way
To make an omelette you gotta break some eggs

I can be a pain in the neck, ask Maryam or those who know me best
I don’t stop moving and I can get pretty intense
I can’t help the way I was made
I see the good and the bad in everything often simultaneously

Anyway here I am in La Condesa in CDMX
Reading a book “Don’t Suck, Don’t Die” about Vic Chestnutt by Kristin Hirsh
No one would insure Vic because he was a quadriplegic
And he needed surgery but couldn’t afford it

Sure Kurt Cobain was around, and it was before Twitter and Facetime
But all the while Monsanto was rising

TV life was dumbed down for couch-surfing hillbillies
Remember Jerry Springer, Dateline NBC or unsolved mysteries

I took a walk in the park under the cool summer rains
Things are easy here, and I don’t really miss the bay
The food is good and the music is inspiring
And I gave a guy a few bucks and he played Bach’s Concerto for Cello in C minor

Back in the bay I talked to my old neighbor Kerry
About the homeless addiction in Old Oakland, my old neighborhood

She said there’s a problem with pills and heroin
I got a ride home with a Lyft driver, she had a masters in social work
She had a nice smile and asked me how my day was
And I asked her about the opiate crisis,
"Please share your insight"

She told me about how street drugs are laced with bad shit
That many times the drugs are traced back to legitimate prescriptions
They are finding that folks don’t react the same way as people used to
When they overdose, and I didn’t mention that earlier this year I attended a funeral

And now I’m back home in the bay
And life goes on, the more things change the more they seem the same
Track Name: Spending Friday Night Alone Is a Bore
You made fun of my haircut
I can’t tell if you’re jilting me or what
Like you didn’t think I knew he took too much off the top
once I looked in the mirror
after I walked back from the barbershop

Spending Friday night alone is a bore
But I don’t want to see my friends
When the sunset is this shade

You reminded me of the money I owed you
When I mentioned a book I was excited to read
then we sat in silence
and I looked out the window over the hills to the east
when you’re polite you’re easy to read

I don’t know if I’ll ever be a diamond
But don’t I feel like an old chunk of coal either

So I’ll just give it some time
And I know you’ll come back to me
Track Name: HPV Vaccine Song
“Your booking is complete”
Said the message on my laptop screen
For a room I procrastinated booking for my return to Mexico
That’s right, I was there a few weeks ago and I decided to come right back

Please don’t ask me why I like Mexico City
I’ll just tell you to visit it if you want to see it
You have to decide for yourself why you like a place
Or if you even like to travel at all

Maybe you’re a homebody
maybe you’re afraid of the dark

I might not be bilingual after two weeks, but it’ll be a good start
and again I’m staying on the edge of Mexico Park

Mexico is filled with beautiful people and places and things
Like beautiful guitars with steel or nylon strings

And wonderful food that’s amazing
It makes the san francisco bay look bad in comparison

Except for places like Dominica’s restaurant Cosecha in Oakland
Which I’d still eat at all the time if I wasn’t priced out of my old neighborhood
And the weather’s warm
that’s where food comes from
since it’s so close to the tropic of Cancer
If you don’t want cancer
Eat food that’s grown near the tropic of cancer

I’m gone for July 4th
Which is just another day in the united states of the apocalypse
There’s no escaping the united states of the apocalypse cycle of internet news stations
Even on a rooftop overlooking an Aztec temple a few days ago I was overhearing conversations
From some young Italians about how Americans feel about their nation’s heartlessness
And about how the bizarre the system of health care is
In the united states of the apocalypse

I know there are those of you who are thinking a thought
I love America, it’s where I was born
But I grew up in the last frontier, not in your version of America
And I love the entire world

And for those of you who might ask, Kevin, is Mexico City safe?
I’d direct you to pick up a newspaper
And hold the paper up

Compare your skin to the color of the paper
and the ink that’s printed on it

I live in a place where my future isn’t certain because I have to put effort into making it
If you want to find out how to live longer
Ask a petri dish containing what’s left of Henrietta Lacks
Or find my mother’s grave and ask her somewhere in Alaska
About what it means to be safe in America
And then to die from a preventable death
like a death from cervical cancer

Maybe it’s not brown people you need to be afraid of
Maybe it’s the people in white lab coats

It’s not a bullet to be frightened of
But the death that comes unexpectedly slowly

And no, I’m not saying all doctors are bad
I’ve sung pretty songs about several of them in fact
I’m just trying to put things in perspective for you
Since you can’t ask Angela Hathaway

It was Pride Weekend in san francisco
I went to Dolores park and it was tolerable for a brief time
and there was some sun for a brief time
maybe 60 or 90 minutes before the fog came
the wind started blowing the trash around
and a man took our empty cans
And every place was packed with a bunch of bridge and tunnel wasteoids

And everyone wanted to talk about sex and beer and public nudity
And I said guys this conversation is kind of boring
Can we talk about something other than getting laid
And my friend said “I only got laid four times this year”

And then after a bit more than one acquaintance started pushing me to ask when I’m going to get married
And although I was polite and answered their questions, on the inside I felt like telling them to fuck off
Not like fuck off and die, but like what the fuck do you care?
Mind your own business, if you want to get married go get married
it’s not as hard as it used to be in the united states of the apocalypse
No matter who you want to marry or sleep with

Heather is getting married today
I’m happy for her
she told me she has butterflies
and she’s so happy
correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what really matters?

I’ve always been different
I’ve always try to say what I think
I don’t always get there and I’ve failed in the past
but I try to encourage people to be themselves

but sometimes it doesn’t seem like people want to be themselves
Sometimes it seems like people just want to be like everyone else
Heather’s a black sheep too
And she might be down at the courthouse right now

The conversation turned to recreational drug use
And I explained I don’t really do drugs

And then to the notion of expanding your consciousness
And freeing yourself of inhibitions
I said, “Free your mind, and your ass will follow,” right?
But the guy I was talking to was too young and from Sri Lanka and he didn’t get the reference

And this young engineer, wearing a Patagonia jacket and shorts
proceeded to explain to me
a fairly lengthy list of rules and procedures
for the best way to take hallucinogenic mushrooms

And I said, why is it that everyone who tells me about how liberating it is to do hallucinogenics
Seems to have a well-rehearsed script
with many many many highly specific rules and specifications
That must be followed in order to have a “good trip”

I said my girlfriend is on a trip right now
In Italy in fact, and probably drinking a chilled glass of rosé
sitting in a nice warm chair somewhere outside in Venice
That sounds pretty good to me

and she just sent me a photo
And it looked just one of the scenes from the second season of Master of None
there she is in front of some beautiful hills
there she is in front of an old wall
there she is in Pisa in Italy

And eventually the guy with the $300 jacket and shorts
said he was cold, and that he couldn’t handle the cold
And I said I’m with you on this one
And it was time for me to go

Just another day left in the united states
of the apocalypse
before my second vacation in two months
I just want to get out of the city
And to go somewhere where I don’t know anyone

I’m at Tiny Telephone right now
Singing these words for you
Today’s a special day, we listened to Neil Young’s Hitchhiker in the control room
And we listened to him talk about how much he loved Peru

The echo chamber is right over there
Maybe I’ll ask Beau to send my voice through it
Like we did on “Last Night I got Into an Argument
with my girlfriend about Aziz Ansari”

I just got a bunch of vaccines
Down at a medical office in the Castro
For my trip tomorrow to Mexico
And mentally compared my physical appearance
to the male nurse who injected me
so I’m packing my running shoes

And we talked about how vaccines sting
I got vaccines for mumps, measles and rubella
and hepatitis A and B
And we talked about how those don't sting as bad as the vaccine for HPV
Track Name: Sunburst
I woke up in Daly City and took many many deep breaths
To push out the anesthetics
I asked my anesthesiologist what she had given me
I couldn’t remember if fentanyl was one of the many drugs that killed Tom Petty

Then I played guitar most of the day in my spare room
It felt good, like I was having a productive March afternoon
Turns out it’s possible to get a lot of stuff done
If you’re a guy on hydrocodone

I got out of the car and we watched "The Book of Mormon" at 2pm
Because the South Park Guys wrote some jokes ten years ago about blondes and Joseph Smith
The tickets were exactly two hundred bucks
The usher volunteer reached out and without asking grabbed my crutch

The orchestra really nailed it
and the costumes were really on point
But I was very very thirsty
And I couldn’t get up to get a drink

Sometimes I feel invisible
Lately my head is a dirigible
floating off down
towards the water breaking on the west coast

Yeah, being on pills is a bummer
I hate the rain and can’t wait for summer
My head’s in the clouds, my eyes are gazing over across the hills again
And missing sunset after sunset

Now I’m looking at bathroom remodeling stuff and
worrying about soundproofing a building with 1898 construction
And yeah I’m excited for my new grocery store
to be Casa Lucas

I am so happy to be where I am, I think back to when I had nothing
I was struggling to get an education
While everyone else was putting partying first
I was sitting inside playing my 1994 Fender Stratocaster in Sunburst

If you’ve been where I am now, mostly couch-bound
invite your friends over
Eat some good food
And spend time with one another

This world can be a hard place
And it can be a beautiful place
And certain days feel be killers
Just pull out a guitar and write a song, even if it’s just for filler
Track Name: I Feel The City of San Francisco with All My Heart
Outside my window there’s a magnolia tree
Outside my window there’s some trash blowing down the street in the breeze
Outside my window there’s a homeless guy pushing a grocery cart
Outside my window there’s a guy ringing a bell pushing an ice cream cart
ice cream cart

The kids chase him down
The homeless guy waves good morning
good morning

Outside my street there’s a sign that says “Latino Cultural District”
Outside on my street there’s gum and spit and pigeon shit
Outside my street there’s an old woman walking
Outside my street there’s an old woman smiling

One woman smiles
The other woman smiles

What was her life like?
And what brought her that smile?
What brought her that smile?

I read about Chile and Brazil and Latin American History
And Pinochet and copper mines
And Bill Cosby’s conviction
And miners and great coastlines and shipping ships

coastlines and ships
I feel this city with my heart

I drink tea by my bay window
I watch Netflix with my girlfriend

I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart

I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart

All my heart
All my heart
All my heart
All my heart

I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart
I feel the city of San Francisco with all my heart

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