Junebug - Robert Francis



     
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Junebug Lyrics


A beautiful woman, she rose
From the smokin' waters of the lake
With a candle that burned in each palm
My teeth each sank gently to the floorBring me some luck little junebug
Your cousins they're gods to the seas
The March afternoons
The sun and the moonBefore I fall asleep
A white blood of wolves must be drained
And that sorry captain howdy
Scatters my bones for the lambsBring me some luck little junebug
Your cousins they're gods to the seas
The March afternoons
The sun and the moon

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Born in Los Angeles in 1987, Robert Francis grew up surrounded by music. His father is a classical music producer and eccentric owner of one of the largest collections of sheet music in the U.S. One of Francis' earliest memories is his father "blasting music at full volume in his cluttered office under fluorescent lights until 4 a.m. while I was trying to sleep in the room next door." His mother, one of nine sisters, grew up in Mexico in a town so small that "it's just dirt, clay huts, boarded-up buildings...

Read more about Robert Francis on Last.fm.


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