“There Are No More Almond Trees“ (lyric video) — Clementine Was Right

“There Are No More Almond Trees“ from Tell Yourself You’re Going Home hi 🍊we won’t miss the world, but we’ll miss the way we walked around 🍊 On the web: 🌊 Spotify: 🤠 TikTok: / clementinewasright 🍎 Apple Music: / clementine-was-right 🍊 Bandcamp: *** I’ll miss almonds, I’ll miss olives, I’ll miss wild tuna I’ll miss the words for different birds, the fog in Petaluma California’s burning, all the In-and-Outs and pluots All my friends keep whispering: good night I guess we blew it All my friends keep whispering: good night I guess we blew it We tumble down the spillway, hit this shindig feeling fucked So we shoot the sheriff’s billboard, make a blood pact with our thumbs Travis has a kid now, Jesse moved to Tennessee You can’t smell the fentanyl behind the T-Ball tee Travis likes to stay up frying eggs and standing still Jesse took his shirt off in the desert near the well And he stared into the well And he yelled into the well: There are no more almond trees There are no more rocket ships All my friends keep whispering I love you but I feel like… Forget it, forget it, forget it again Forget it, forget it, are you still my... Forget it, forget it, forget it again Forget it, forget it, are you still my friend? We trickle through the kiddie pool and pimple up our smiles So we stencil FUCK near Thrifty’s, leave the ice cream in a pile Hunter has a double chin, Charlene was in Iraq Hunter stocks the vegetables, then he stocks the beauty racks Charlene sprays her screen door screen with Raid most every night Hunter drains his forty then begs everyone to fight Everyone should fight Everyone alive There are no more almond trees There are no more rocket ships All my friends keep whispering I love you but I feel like… Forget it, forget it, forget it again Forget it, forget it, are you still my... Forget it, forget it, forget it again Forget it, forget it, are you still my friend? I’ll miss Travis, I’ll miss Jesse I’ll miss Hunter’s double chin I’ll miss Charlene, she made the team I am just a citizen I won’t miss the world, I’ll miss The way I walked around I don’t love the world, I love The way it all went down There are no more almond trees There are no more rocket ships All my friends keep whispering I love you but I feel like… Shit *** from Tell Yourself You’re Going Home © 2023 Clementine Was Right | The Blue Turn All Rights Reserved All songs written by Mike Young Arrangements by Clementine Was Right Executive production by Gion Davis Adam Cabrera — Bass, vocals Austen Carroll — Vocals Jake DeMarco — Keys Riley Merino — Guitar Clarissa Sarabia — Drums Mike Young — Guitar, synths, vocals Recorded in 2022 and 2023 by Ben Pisano at The Band Cave and The Astuary Mixed by Ben Pisano Mastered by Joe Lambert Art by Brandon McKie