Ruby Tuesday

Something in the Way

V.E.

Faded

Telephone

Heartbeat

I love the vibes of this shoot from Purse n' Boots. It's very Virgin Suicides meets the Runaways in suburbia.

Little Love

Laurel Canyon

Father John Misty- And if he is indeed a father, I will follow him into the desert, sings songs, and drink the Kool-aid.

Treat Me Like Your Mother

High and Dry

Ride

I've been out on that open road
You can be my full time, daddy
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time, baby
Hot or cold

Don't break me down
I've been travelin' too long
I've been trying too hard
With one pretty song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I
I've got a war in my mind
So, I just ride
Just ride...

Dying young and I'm playing hard
That's the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk 'til dark
That's the way the road dogs do it, ride 'til dark.

Don't leave me now
Don't say good bye
Don't turn around
Leave me high and dry

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I
I've got a war in my mind
I just ride
Just ride...

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy
I'm tired of driving 'till I see stars in my eyes
I look up to hear myself saying,
Baby, too much I strive, I just ride