Pocket Full of Buttons

Experimental progressive acoustic; close, unvarnished user-recorded voice with restrained rises; tape loops subtly accumulate and fray around the vocal, in a deep, dark mix with intimate room tone; slow shifting pulse; fingerpicked acoustic guitar, low bowed strings, sparse hand percussion

[Verse 1] I found a tin by the sink Full of buttons and a pink shoe lace Two green ones, one with a chip One that came from your coat case I turned them over in my palm Like tiny moons with a crack in them [Pre-Chorus] And I kept one in my coat For luck when the day went cold Something small, something real To hold when the floor feels old [Chorus] Pocket full of buttons Pocket full of buttons (oh-oh) Little round reasons To keep on moving on Pocket full of buttons Pocket full of buttons (hey) One for the lost thing One for the road ahead [Verse 2] The seam on my sleeve came loose At the crosswalk by the fruit stand I tied it tight with a red thread And laughed at my shaking hands A kid on a bike rang past Like the whole world knew my name [Pre-Chorus] And I kept one in my coat For luck when the day went cold Something small, something real To hold when the floor feels old [Chorus] Pocket full of buttons Pocket full of buttons (oh-oh) Little round reasons To keep on moving on Pocket full of buttons Pocket full of buttons (hey) One for the lost thing One for the road ahead [Bridge] If I drop one, I’ll find it Under table legs and time If I lose my way, I’ll trace it Back to that tin and shine Back to that tin and shine [Final Chorus] Pocket full of buttons Pocket full of buttons (oh-oh) Little round reasons To keep on moving on Pocket full of buttons Pocket full of buttons (hey) One for the lost thing One for the road ahead

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