Let this be the start. the mark. the call that sets the trumpet force in motion and brings us to the next part of living wherein we finally get the hippie shit, the anarchists, the punks, the cops, the squares and the long drawns all in one big rolling smile that would've painted us a jackass if it weren't for this notion that there was just enough love song lurking underneath to make it seem that we could.
We can.
We will.
Forge our silly little sanctuaries day for night and back to the old believing there's a fucking rapture welling up and we'd be damned to let it down.
Former Babies.mp3
7.31.2007
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