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November, 2000 and 12!
03:51
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This winter air
smells like it did
last January
and you probably do too
the hill we spent december on
is now coated in dew
this season
is reason
for celebration
i wish i'd known enough
not to get you involved in all
the shit that i felt last fall
new spring weather
forget what i said about being better
I smoke alone where we said we were better
this place will always be west texas in my heart all hail
this winter air smells like it did
last january
and it will next year, too
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860 (or die)
05:26
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if home is where the heart is,
why is my heart in poughkeepsie?
I mean I've never even been there
if everyone is sorry
for all their bullshit
where's the penance for their sins?
I mean I'm working my ass off
and it seems it only rains here
once a month
and my sorry eyes are drying
way too much
take me back
to west CT suburbs
the 860 I love
so when all is said and done with
will I say
"man I was glad to grow up here"?
and "we had damn good childhoods"?
remember when we lost power when we were young?
and the games that we played are gone
and the fort that we made in the snow
the timing's wrong
can we be like peter pan?
we won't grow up
I know I'm gonna be here forever
and I don't mind
cause out here not a single star shines
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Through tailored sheets
wake me up
'cause I've got class in twenty minutes
and damn I need to smoke
why did i get so fucking drunk last night?
i let you down
and why can't i
see my life behind the haze across my eyes?
if smokers are jokers
then I'm a fucking comedian
and I let you down
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Caterwauled Curse
03:20
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a caterwauled curse
an exploding head
the lack of the sleep that we found in your bed
was haunting my vision
my reverie too,
a sick rash of ivy
all blistered and blue.
that fleet foxes chord
that strikes in my head
the blood on your sheets so disgustingly red
dreams in your closet
where did they go?
help me out, darlin'
you don't fucking know
that tonight
i just wanted to say
i'm taking back
all the books that i told you to read but you never did
the collage of the memories i made but you threw out instead
all the nights that we spent in your bed on the weekends
i'm taking my life back tonight
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Somebody's Basement Wethersfield, Connecticut
somebody's basement was a band consisting of jack brannigan, chris nicastro, and mike cantin.
2012-2014
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