The Porchistas - Live

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12 Tracks recorded live by our bassist Gerry Griffin at Tierney's Tavern in Montclair, Buddies Tavern in Sayreville & 3 acoustic tracks recorded live for a radio webathon - Produced by Griffin at The Temple of Tuneage in Verona, NJ.

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released April 27, 2013

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The Porchistas Montclair, New Jersey

The Porchistas, born on a porch in Montclair, NJ. Lyrically driven Folk, Hippy, Space Rock & Roll.

Influences include Ween, Randy Newman, Leonard Cohen & The Electric Mayhem.

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Track Name: Make A Wish
Im sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable she said
But thank you dear for such a lovely lie
I smell the smoke of a thousand burning homes
On my daddy’s skin and dirty clothes

City by the bay, welcoming those ships from china
Wonder where does that money go
I will wait for you I woke up for you
You are my bloody valentine

Im sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable she said
But thank you dear for such a lovely lie
I smell the smoke of a thousand burning homes
On my daddy’s skin and dirty clothes

Oh Eloise. Had to leave eleven babies.
How do we let our mama go?
Bled to death on her couch.
Only crime, she looked out her window.
Guard shot at everything that moved.
Broken promises. Jim Crowe aint never gonna work, no.
Is this how you spell freedom? Tanks, machine guns, soldiers and beatings?
This isn’t fuckin Vietnam.

I will wait for you I woke up for you
You are my bloody valentine

Im sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable she said
But thank you dear for such a lovely lie
I smell the smoke of a thousand burning homes
On my daddy’s skin and dirty clothes