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We Don't Need to Know
03:38
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You don't tell a guy there's a rumor about his wife
See him happy there, and he might be his whole life
Comfortable and wrong is better than the truth
It gets us through the fade-out like it got us through our youth
We don't need to know
Love's a lot of things, but none of them are tough
Any friend that tells drops a poison in the stuff
So what kind of favor did you think this was
You're important now, you wrecked my life because
We don't need to know
Imagination on, taking it and run
Everything's a sign, my god what have you done
Picturing the place, here for all my days
Building on the sand, finishing a phase
We don't need to know
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We're the kind of friends that don't answer the phone
It's probably got a name I'm too backwards to know
Guessing the conditions that made you feel low
I'm the first call, so I've got that going for me
We're the kind of friends, a surprise every time
Haven't seen your hair that way, you part it behind
But visits cost money, and it's such a crime
I'll follow you or something but no facetime
And it's one thing to predict what's coming down
It's funny when it's someone else we're pushing out
It's all work no reward since I moved South
But the schools are better here, I keep saying
We're the kind of friends can't remember a name
I'm pretty sure your wife starts with H or an A
And if I made your wedding I couldn't say
But I'll spell it in the Christmas card perfectly
We're the kind of friends getting closer in age
A veteran infield turning plays
Turn down volume on a smaller stage
Setlist whiteout on the notebook page
And the last thing that I want is to quit on you
It's funny what fucking dicks we turned into
And there never was a time that wasn't true
But the goal was always this, I keep saying
We're the kind of friends that don't answer the phone
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Take After Me
03:25
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Take after me, don't take after me
Let the sun shine in your hair
Take after me, don't take after me
It isn't just unfair, some kind of game
You're plenty cursed enough to share my name
Every kid is different in every book I read
Comfort in insisting it will be
Nothing like the trouble that hit my mom and dad,
Dreaming of the son oncoming like a falling tree
Take after me, don't take after me
Let the sun shine in your hair
Take after me, don't take after me
It isn't just unfair, some kind of game
You're plenty cursed enough to share my name
How would it have been to feed that fucking kid
When he was only waiting to complain
The things in my control are going to take their toll
And the forecast calls for expectations falling hard and rain
Take after me, don't take after me
Let the sun shine in your hair
Take after me, don't take after me
It isn't just unfair, some kind of game
You're plenty cursed enough to share my name
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Sing to the void, into the void
About what I know and what I owe
I kissed her lips when we were kids
You took that and left us this
Don't call it grief, don't call it guilt
Don't plant a flag on what she built
In warmest memories, present awards
Remind her daughter what to miss
Here's to the void, to the void
And every angel it destroyed
They made their pitch to get us lost
A past that starts at Pentecost
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Come Get Your Dad
02:38
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Whose dad is here at DC9
Sticking out like an electric sign
That ain’t a cop body so he’s probably fine
But I feel so bad for the well-fed guy
Look at him thinking how great to be back here,
But he must be half deaf and a quarter blind
Oh, come get your dad, he’s at DC9
Whose dad is that, at the Black Cat
The only one here for the opening act
Wants to blend in so he’s wearing all black
But I pity that guy when he looks at me
Cause somehow he doesn’t understand
That you can go bald but you can’t get fat
Oh, come get your dad, he’s at the Black Cat
Whose dad’s at the 9:30 Club
Pointing out where the Golden Tee was
Fender shirt on cause he’s one of us
And he might be the principal from my old school
Who told us not to curse on the early bus
Razor sharp punk for eternity
Oh, come get your dad at the 9:30
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No connection to the buried lives we left
While insisting we were family
Cause these phone calls could be had by two machines
We turn each other off and on
Familiar spaces
She can offer to pay for everything
Just give up on all you've done
Lazy Sundays, you can help by picking up
Fold the blankets on the couch
Good to see you helping out
What bottle
I'm sure I didn't, dear
This will all get better
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Geoff Hayton Hamilton, Virginia
Grandfathered into membership. Enjoying what's left of my hearing.
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