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I sat on a bench in the town of my birth, watched the future I ran from, walk by me.
No better, no worse than the people I see, but I knew, way back then, that I just had to flee.
Drifting through some history, I argued with hope and fear, hope swings blindly, lands a sucker-punch that says, we don’t belong here.
As the spooks of the past get scattered in the wind, I whistle in the dark and I see everything, if only my heart was as big as my mouth, I’d have less to escape, more to sing about.
And we wrote letters, we shared records, thought our youth would never end, smoking in park shelters, waiting for our friends and in your bedroom, with the lights down, we listened to John Peel, shared a pack of ‘bensons and I try, to feel.
I see the old boys, on the corner, drinking purposeful, real slow and in their eyes, there is an ocean of memories same as mine from years ago.
I see a bride that never got to the church, a priest with a curse, a poet lost for words and we’re all being starved, over-worked underpaid, we’re all getting fucked but we never get laid.
But we wrote letters, we shared records, thought our youth would never end, smoking by the phone-box, as we tired to call our friends and in your bedroom, with the lights down, we listened to John Peel, shared a pack of ‘bensons and I tried, to cop a feel.
Drifting through some history, I argued with hope and fear, hope swings blindly, lands a sucker-punch that says, we don’t belong here.
As the spooks of the past get scattered in the wind, I whistle in the dark when I can’t see a thing, if only my heart was as big as my mouth, I’d have less to escape, more to sing about.
And we wrote letters, we shared records, thought our youth would never end, smoking by park shelters, waiting on our friends and in your bedroom, with the lights down, we listened to John Peel, shared a pack of ‘bensons and we tried, to feel.

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from All of the Above (Album 2020), released May 1, 2020

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“Dry and High, is a joyous, anthem-laden affair, that evokes Arcade Fires sweep; Blood Sweat and Tears’ horns and the finer moments of Primal Scream’s Screamadelica. 4 Stars Q Magazine.
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