West Ashley Crosstown
from In Tongues by French Letters
-
Buy the Full Digital Album
-
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumThe physical copy of this album is packaged with a book of poems that are the lyrics to the 10 songs on the album, a necessary companion to get the full "In Tongues" experience of poetry and music.
Includes unlimited streaming of In Tongues via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.ships out within 2 daysedition of 400Purchasable with gift card$7 USD
-
lyrics
West Ashley Crosstown
I take the Crosstown to West Ashley... I just wish she would talk to me.
Charleston, South Carolina,
she sees the 843 prefix on the phone,
she won't answer my calls.
Reduced to fluid soaked voicemails on the pay phone by the bar.
Drunk and on a dare I tell her I went surfing,
there were no waves to speak of and I was worried about sharks
until someone finally told me that I wasn't in the ocean to begin with.
I picked up a two pack-a-day habit
among the casuals, the usuals, the used.
I picked up the rather handy talent of not speaking a word
through the first few pints.
Charleston, South Carolina, man... this place is paradise...
All Spanish moss… iron gas light.
They sell beer down here, iced and by the bucket,
Southern Comfort kamikazes all lined up on top of the bar
and awaiting their cheers.
They sell phone cards down by the station
but she won't answer my calls.
I want to call her, tell her that it ain't so bad no more,
that the constant need seems to have finally subsided and
washed itself clean with the tides.
I want to call her and tell her
that I met a red-headed girl,
that I met a young girl,
I met a girl from Michigan with Southern lips
and a very complicated girl that has her eyes.
I want to call her and tell her that I am finally happy,
so happy I could puke,
but she won't answer my calls.
So I take the Crosstown from downtown, all the way home to West Ashley.
I just wish she'd talk to me.
New blues in the Old South, a new word in her young mouth,
it's not even a question of quality anymore... just give me quantity.
I take the Crosstown to West Ashley... I just wish she would talk to me.
Charleston, South Carolina,
she sees the 843 prefix on the phone,
she won't answer my calls.
Reduced to fluid soaked voicemails on the pay phone by the bar.
Drunk and on a dare I tell her I went surfing,
there were no waves to speak of and I was worried about sharks
until someone finally told me that I wasn't in the ocean to begin with.
I picked up a two pack-a-day habit
among the casuals, the usuals, the used.
I picked up the rather handy talent of not speaking a word
through the first few pints.
Charleston, South Carolina, man... this place is paradise...
All Spanish moss… iron gas light.
They sell beer down here, iced and by the bucket,
Southern Comfort kamikazes all lined up on top of the bar
and awaiting their cheers.
They sell phone cards down by the station
but she won't answer my calls.
I want to call her, tell her that it ain't so bad no more,
that the constant need seems to have finally subsided and
washed itself clean with the tides.
I want to call her and tell her
that I met a red-headed girl,
that I met a young girl,
I met a girl from Michigan with Southern lips
and a very complicated girl that has her eyes.
I want to call her and tell her that I am finally happy,
so happy I could puke,
but she won't answer my calls.
So I take the Crosstown from downtown, all the way home to West Ashley.
I just wish she'd talk to me.
New blues in the Old South, a new word in her young mouth,
it's not even a question of quality anymore... just give me quantity.
credits
from In Tongues,
released December 3, 2011
license
all rights reserved
tags
discography
-
Oct 2014 -
Dec 2013 -
Jan 2013 -
Aug 2012 -
Dec 2011
contact / help
If you like French Letters, you may also like:
-
the happiest man on earth
by Michael VMRollicking roots music from Michael VM, “the happiest man on earth” is equal parts grit and soul.
go to album -
Certified Ailments
by holiday musicLaid-back yet restless indie rock is heavy on the catchy melodies and unexpected musical choices that elevate the simplicity of the tunes.
go to album -
Hagioscope to the Heart
by Paint ThinnerNoisy, expansive psych-punk from Detroit that explores the darker, stranger corners of a colorful trip.
go to album -
On her latest EP, Baltimore's Mariah Fortune adds electronic beats and synth layers to her rhythmic dark folk meditations.
go to album -
Boston indie rock stalwarts Pile pair lyrical brooding with their trademark askew chord progressions for a sense of magnificent tension.
go to album -
Highs and Ultra Lows (2016)
by Woven InPhiladelphian Mariah Johnson is a magnetic presence with a unique guitar style who performs perfectly strange gloom-rock for all us aliens.
go to album -
You're Better Than This
by PileBoston quartet show what all the fuss is about with a new album of tales and tunes that manically explode and retract.
go to album
