September

Category: CoPilot

  • Lightning

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    Andrew Thomas
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    Brezhnev mentioned me when I was really wasted, or was it the corduroy suit and something that I tasted. Sweet sense of being all my childhood memories. I enjoy the time my dear. Something on the rocks to rest on my knee. My sly grin and Micks eyes rolling. Where you been? Stranger where you…

  • Moon Mist

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    Andrew Thomas
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    A collaboration between Andrew and Copilot Oh the night is soft and easy,and the moon is smilin’ wide.Got a little tune inside me,and it’s glowin’ like a firefly. Oh the night has got my night time…and the day has got my dreams.The reason I believe them.The reason it seems.Is I sing my songs to heaven.They’re…

  • By CoPilot in the style of Keith Richards

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    Andrew Thomas
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  • Collaboration with CoPilot

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    Andrew Thomas
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    Got a wildfire heartbeat burnin’ through the neon haze,Shadow‑steppin’ past the wreckage of my younger days.I’m a razor‑tongued prophet with a half‑lit grin,Dancin’ on the fault line where the cool cuts in. bien entendu parler à notre relation je peux à 7h Wont you let me instruggling in the same old waycount to ten and…

  • Jim Carrol by CoPilot

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    Andrew Thomas
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    “Needle of Light” There’s a room in my chestwhere the wallpaper peels like old hymns.I rent it to the shadowsbecause they pay in silenceand never complain about the cold. Some nights I hear footstepslike someone pacing the length of my ribs,counting the beats I owe them.I tell them I’m good for it.I tell them I’ve…

  • Carl Sanburg, John Stienbeck, and Charley (From CoPilot)

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    Andrew Thomas
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    Travels with Charley I have seen the morning come up slow over a tin roof and a gravel road, and I have heard the milk truck rattle like an old promise keeping time. People say the world is made of iron and worry, but I have held a cup of spring water and felt the…

  • Bow

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    Andrew Thomas
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    A collaboration with CoPilot Under the honey‑slow morning I wandered,young as the hush before sunlight breaks,and the fields, all breathing green and forever,lifted their bright, forgiving faces to me.Time was a distant bell in a far steeple,ringing for someone older than I was,and the day, wide‑armed and river‑easy,carried me laughing through its dreaming hours. Time…