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The Stanza 03:52
I have a history of loving all the wrong guys In high school we studied Stalin, said I love that guy But I am cursed, oh yeah I'm cursed all right In high school we studied Marx, yeah he had pretty eyes But I wonder why and where we have to go I have a tendency of biting my nails when I'm bored Sit on my computer for nothing, writing I'm so bored But I am trapped beneath my bed, oh lord Sit on my computer for something to occupy my time But I wonder why and where we have to go I have a penalty that I like to pay at night In high school I got yelled at by one of the wrong guys But I am first, oh yeah I'm first in line In college someone told me that I have pretty eyes
Close my ears, eyes go down the river Lights are clear, they're working to catch my view Walking down the shore, I'm trying to meet New Hampshire But New England is mean, I really wish that it weren't true Left a six pack of Heineken on her grave The world can hardly wait So take my meaning and throw it in the river And if it drowns I guess it's not a witch I love to dream of her breath of heaven 'Cause life is not a maze, it's just a straight line ending in a ditch Left a six pack of Heineken on her grave The world can hardly wait And can the preacher ever really reconcile me Because my sins, they reach so far and wide And maybe hell, maybe it's just a waiting room Or maybe it's a place where the cowards run and hide But all I know is that I left a six pack of Heineken on her grave The world can hardly wait
I know it's sad when friendships die away But, it happens to everyone every day Putting on lotion on every inch you can reach of your skin You give me such an impression, I surrender you win On the second of July, I stumbled my toe It was two thousand and ten, and my brother was in Mexico I followed you up and then down in the land of Cherokee You told me a story of a woman: she was tortured so badly My sunglasses magically turned my eyes into microscopes I used these new powers to cross-section tiny seeds and dying hopes We were located atop a tunnel above interstate sixty four We silently let all the cars pass, and one honked its horn But an intense judgment came o'er my face This is neither the time or the place You disrupted my beautiful afternoon Afternoon to you too
Key 03:11
I have a key, it unlocks a door I pay attention when looking for Walk backwards slowly, pretend to commit a crime Oh my body's nervous, pores windy bleeding light I'd love to vaporize with you tonight Oh I have a key, it makes things right
at 39 is annie the oldest cat on the block? i gave her a bowl full of food unfortunately she did not a tail it's waggin' on the block she stares at all the parking lots a girl cries out, "my cat, she's 40" annie cries i flick her off



released April 1, 2011

julia steiner - vox, guitar, uke
dave sagan - percussion, bass, guitar, uke


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