some people never change
some things are never the same
somebody told me that
that's just the shape of the game
protect the memories
that's all that's keeping you sane
forget your bellyaches
it makes it hard to complain
i took it all today
so much more than i could take
without your sleeping aid
i'm only staying awake
too many razor blades
and nights alive in our graves
let's hope we make it straight
if there's still something to save
so sound the snare drum
send off the flare gun
we've gotta celebrate our cynical days
every day gets easier
the breeze comes in and blows the blues away
you took it all tonight
looked like you wanted to die
it took too long to tell if it was real
but didn't hurt to try
you looked a little lost
what did i think i could find
i looked the other way
i must be out of my mind
credits
from Sundays,
released August 30, 2008
ted feldman: cello
jake gold: piano
max horwich: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, harmonica, vox
max lavine: drums
sam moss: violin
ben seretan: bass, banjo
adam tinkle: slide guitar
A musical exquisite corpse that I contributed to, organized by an incredible band. All proceeds go to COVID bail funds in NY and Philly. Sewing Machines
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