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about
This is the second song from our thrill-packed album Lake Mannion which is a rock record about disappearing completely.
lyrics
A single pint one Thursday night resolving somewhat inevitably - a Prius middle seat subjected to this full and frank account of my internal organs' deep repressed feelings expressed as a Rorschach test of stomach fluids.
And it might be that we forgot, the stale stink of old food.
It might be that we forgot, sailing towards you.
It's true the old cliche, humour to push people away, cos you are either too polite or cowardly to tell that face that the meat hanging behind it is at best pineapple time, at worst a plague on anything of any real worth.
When was the last time you surprised yourself?
Pleasant or unpleasantly.
And wept until nothing was left.
Just a pile of wet clothes and sick.
We all had time to reflect,
We are not all that we could be.
credits
released February 15, 2019
Song by Olympians
Art by Joe Mackenzie (www.instagram.com/joemackenzie1)
Recorded by Thomas Le Beau Morley
Mastered by Dan Coutant @ Sun Room Audio
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