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California 2020 Paradise

by Sam Eliot

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Apocalyptic super jails with eyes instead of walls
Giving birth to civilizations in the skeletons of malls
While the Christians all look anxious
Like they're still reeling from The Fall
Politicians on the weekends
Pay for sex and go play golf

I think I sang myself to sleep last night
Maybe our dark future needs a lullaby
When I woke up the street was light
Police on their way to start another riot

I met a traveling curandero on his way up from Bolivia
With his plastic gallon jug
He adds Mapacho and Datura
He says "You people cannot see
It must be how your mamas raised ya"
I told him, "No one here is free bruh
I'm busy wrapped up in samsara"

I think I drank myself to sleep last night
Today's medicine's tomorrow's novel vice
I met a jaguar headed Jesus Christ
Living in the future that he prophesied

Oh the night could swallow up everything
The good, the bad, and everything in-between
Time feels more like a wheel to me
with nowhere to go, and nowhere I gotta be

I could stay up 'til the day rewinds
I swear I've lived this day about a million times
Sky's grey; ashes when you step outside

California 2020 Paradise

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released November 6, 2020
All instruments, recording & mixing by Sam Eliot.

Recorded at Alley Avenue Studios, Sacramento, Ca

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Sam Eliot Sacramento, California

Sam Eliot is a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist & producer from Northern California. Over the course of 2022, Sam has released a series of cassette bedroom recordings that mark a return to immediacy, intimacy, song craft, and timeless organic textures in Eliot’s work. ... more

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