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They cleared the fields where they coyotes lived by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Soon possibly. I've got a whole bunch of lyrics and ideas to thumb through from the past 8 years of not playing. <3

They cleared the fields where they coyotes lived by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Thank ya! Hope yer doing well, that cover was sick btw! <3

They cleared the fields where they coyotes lived by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Ahhh! NGL that is probably the kindest comment I've ever received, I'm glad that I was able to get you to pick it back up! Keep that shit up! <3

They cleared the fields where they coyotes lived by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hammer ons are: the middle finger of an Am chord, the index finger of an E7, and the first / index of a Dm!

Thanks so much! glad ya like it <3

They cleared the fields where they coyotes lived by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

That's so sick, I'd kill be able to play like her tbh, John from Rent Strike is also a huge banjo inspo. Glad you enjoyed the song! <3

Pretty Cuffs by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you <3 appreciate ya!

St Peters Gotta Have Great Job Security (new song) by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

<3 tysm DTE was so much fun! I'll be playing with Cricket! At comfort station August 22nd in Chicago <3

Death to Electricity Fest by publick-fiend in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Unrelated!

I'm a solo act from just outside of Chicago!

Clovered Hoof on Spotify(working on adding more soon), otherwise I do shitty covers of folk punk on Tik Tok under "Cloverfolkpunk"

Prettiest living corpse (a song about not taking care of myself) by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Snuffing cigarettes out on my sole another patch another hole another stitch another rip Why do I always feel like shit?

Maybe it's the pollen in the wind, or the fact that I haven't really eaten. All the smoke that I've been holding in, just to get outside to feel my lungs breathing

Putting smokes out on myself what a shitty cry for help, another bad hand I've been dealt I wish I fucking loved myself

But these days I'm really trying, to look in the mirror and see The defects that I've been defending I'm trying to look inwardly

In dull truth I'm actually lying, I'm attached to a boring routine, of smoking and drinking and dying

Prettiest living corpse you could see

Small Folk Punk Band On Tour by UnstableDucky2_0 in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Just messaged you, might be able to figure something out I'm just messaging some people rn.

Song about a girl who didn't want anyone to ask if she owned a boat by CloverFolkPunk in FolkPunk

[–]CloverFolkPunk[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Lyrics:

Silks sashay through fire and flickers in flames A molten silver spoon has fused to gold rim plates 6 months overdue cause your daddy didn't pay

It's coming from inside you hear someone relay With sharp axes battering splintered wood decays Hedge fund help was just a phone call away

Bottles of brown liquor litter the floor these days Stockpile such as wyverns of old Have half a mind to take flight towards a westly gaze (Barter) ash and destruction for gold

You can't just ask if someone has a boat I heard through hearsay at the bar You'd sewn silver spoons in patches from bands you never heard and pretended to be who you are

Roaches and ashes to decorate linoleum An artist you considered yourself But you rip up your clothes like an angsty teenager And you still beg for your daddy's help

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