Kid EP

by Porco/Rosso

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Kid EP was recorded intermittently over a span of six months beginning in August 2012, in my childhood bedroom, my grandmother's living room, and my Lower Manhattan studio apartment. An LP is in the works to be delivered early Fall 2013.

Original photo credit to Laura Berman,


released 18 February 2013



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Track Name: Kid
anything to fall in your arms
in a stranger’s land
anything or nothing at all
i am a broken man

anything to wake up next to you again, oh
anything to soften these calloused hands, oh

would you carry, carry, carry me home?

ambivalence creeps in the dark
i need to let you in
innocence, wit and charm
oh, where have you been

anything to keep you under my skin, oh
anything to sleep like a kid again, oh

would you carry, carry, carry me home?

oh, don’t hurt me my love
oh, i’m like a child in your arms
oh, don’t hurt me my love
oh, i’m just a child

and i’d do anything to sleep like a kid again
Track Name: You Could Be (The Death of Me)
we used to drag our feet so slow
down in the woods by your folks’ home
we used to spend such time alone
running from something, i don’t know

and you could be
the death of me
stuck inside
this memory

well you could be
the death of me
stuck inside
my memory

and late at night while in my bed
smoke and mirrors in my head
a ringing voice called out to me
in a reoccurring dream

oh to be young, oh to be so alone
Track Name: Indian Summer
indian summer, take me home
in restless winds and sleep that i’ve known
indian summer, wait
you’re falling all over your faithful

stumbling over my words
mine is the earth, the river, yours
forgive my swollen tongue
and take me with the rising sun

it’s better to cry out, don’t leave me now
where can i sleep when i have no home?
better to cry out, don’t let me go
who am i to see when i have no one?
better cry out

indian summer, lay me down
in cinnamon skies and cotton clouds
indian summer, wait
deliver me from my darker state