So holy, so lonely
From her bosom down to her feet
Comes summer's harvest, in the fields
She's let it all rip
So tall, to fall
Bronze lips, melted cheeks
Kisses fierce as sea pirates
Eyes sharp as ice picks
Oh, boredom is indeed a chore
Always wanting more and more
Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight
Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight
Out of tune guitar
She'll never be a star
Harmonizing, more like colliding
With the engine of my car
Not a single word I get
She must be in a trance
Dare I put one finger in
I'm sure she'll do the rest
Oh, boredom is indeed a chore
Always wanting more and more
Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight
Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight
There's no telling what's in store
Once you open up the door
There are morals left to fight
Once you turn on the light
'Cause, boredom is indeed a chore
Always wanting more and more
Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight
Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023
Tanya Donnelly, Wreckless Eric, Rosanne Cash, contribute cover versions of John Wesley Harding’s songs for this charitable compilation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 6, 2021