I was a 5 year old giantess. Or maybe all of my friends were just really, really short.
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For the last two nights, we have gathered around picnic tables at the Bottletree, stone tables at the Garage. We've bought each other rounds and told tales from the last two weeks adventures, in Austin and at home. It had felt so good to be there, to be home in Birmingham. Looking around at my friends, laughing, grinning, eyes bright and shining...I took every moment to heart.
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"Hey baby sing to me to sleep
Let the shoes fall off my feet
Let this phone ring out into nowhere
Let this phone ring out into nowhere"
This is unexpected. This newfound love for Chad VanGaalen. I keep listening to one particular track on Skelliconnection and even when I'm not at my computer or in my car or in my room, when I'm walking down the hallway at work, down the aisle at the supermarket, sitting at a bar and staring off into the distance, it keeps coming back to me, all of these tender and drowning guitar fingerings, his somber yet pleading voice....
"Take this lonesome brain and wash it down the drain
Push it through pipes into the sewer where it came from
Take this lonesome brain and wash it down the drain
Push it through pipes into the sewer where it came from
Hey baby sing us a song
Tell us how it all went wrong
Sing about our evil ways
And what's hidden in our DNA
Take this lonesome brain and wash it down the drain
Push it through pipes into the sewer where it came from
Take this lonesome brain and wash it down the drain
Push it through pipes into the sewer where it came from
Sing me 2 sleep
Sing me 2 sleep"
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