Me, I was seventeen.
And back in the day, we chilled in the park
We pick up the stones and pass them around
On the playground.
And he said, “We don’t mind wasting time. Feels all right.
Never asked for nothing more than another lousy twenty sack of grass.”
And laughed.
The insight, we came by
Walking into town
Always on the move and I
Spark another jack, ‘cause I can’t hold back
Freddy’s evil grin, Danny’s growing dim, Jimmy’s swollen hand
And my mouth is dry
Born and raised to stay and we cannot find a way out
You took my empty hand and I tried to let go
I may walk too fast.
credits
from Yeddo,
released September 10, 2010
Andy Chervenak - Guitar/Vocals
Devin McKnight - Guitar
Dario Olachea - Bass
Jesse Weiss - Drums
"Gung Ho!" written by Grass is Green.
Recorded by Jesse Weiss.
Produced by Mike Thomas.
Mastered by Devin Ocampo.
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude
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