and i woke up still drunk on a screened in back porch
and i thought of how much i hate thinking about divorce
lost in conversation
whatever feels like you again
then twelve beers later i thought he was gonna cry
said "where did all the beauty go while i was doing time"
beauty comes to those who sit
beauty left while i was sleeping in
we read the future out the palm of your hand
turned from a monument to a back woods man
and all of the compliments you don't understand
left us drunk in a soccer field at four a.m.
and i woke up still young to a new record label
and i thought what i'd done just to make it all tamable
in all those compliments you don't understand
left me in a soccer field at your command
so two drinks later
i left like a father
just to act like nothing happens
with my eye on the calendar
even in the winter
i wonder if i look like him
As unique as you’d expect from any Brazilian band describing themselves as progressive punk. What I didn’t expect is how bloody brilliant this ep was going to be. davekillcountysmith