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  • Phil Cohen - Monday Best (official video)
    • 11/10/23

    Phil Cohen - Monday Best (official video)

    CREDITS

    Direction/Editing: Brian Pitalla

    Music Production: Dan Rome

    LYRICS

    I put the day away, I keep my coffin tight

    I walk a lonely road in the winter when the lights aren't bright

    This house is empty now, all my friends have come and gone

    With such an angry mouth it's hard to keep good company for long

    I put on my Sunday best and head to town sometimes

    To a bar that no one knows where they only serve me fine red wine

    I think about my lover sleeping now with empty eyes

    Pine box dreams and bloodless seams and I cannot find a way to draw the line

    But I try and I fight it but it never comes

    I get my head strung tight in a winding wheel

    And it goes around until I fall

    I try and I fight it but it's not enough

    I get my head strung tight in a winding wheel

    And it goes around until I fall

    I keep the sun in mind, I drink my coffee black

    I fasten neon signs to a city where they don't come back

    The water’s rising high, and I'll be sinking at the break of dawn

    Clouds keep coming on a railroad track

    And my body is dead but I keep on keeping on

    I take off my Monday best and I've been sleeping near the county line

    In a bed that rolls and flows on a tear that never leaves my eye

    I think about my lover now coming down heavy with her highway shoes

    She's on her feet where we used to meet

    And she's bored again with nothing left to lose

  • Phil Cohen - Long Black Car - Live from Future Fields Studio
    • 11/24/23

    Phil Cohen - Long Black Car - Live from Future Fields Studio

    CREDITS

    Piano: Nate Andersen

    Director/Editor: Brian Pittala

    2nd Camera: Calvin Winzer-Lane

    Mixing/Engineering: Dan Rome

    Mastering: Dan Kruglak

    LYRICS

    i fell apart on a downtown dream

    where I was born as a thistle and gone like a missile

    through a house of fickle beams

    full of one time ballers and black jack callers

    chewing on an unborn dramamine

    that drive through the shadows lost inside the dark

    all dolled up with time to kill

    summer’s gonna cry the river dry

    and the winter’s gonna get it on the fill

    i’m pulling on days in stranger ways

    and it’s hard keeping up that kind of thrill

    when I’m sleeping in the back seat of a long black car