Jon Urban: Guitar (electric, acoustic, slide, EBow), electric bass, Casiotone, $5 Yamaha keyboard, piano, wine glass, drums (real, GarageBand), suspended cymbal, triangle, finger cymbals, tambourine, misc. GarageBand keyboard and string patches, vocals
Live drums recorded on random drumset in Performing Arts building at University of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, PA
Suspended cymbal, triangle, finger cymbals recorded in Penn Band room at UPenn
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Locked out of buildings
With a fast approaching snowstorm
I've no time for faith but I know
An angel when I see one
The stars above are most clear
On the black cloudless nights
That will make you freeze to death
I cannot feel my fingers or my toes
I have forgotten how it feels to be warm
These are predicaments I've had before
Most times I can get by with discarded clothes but
This year I'm struggling and how it shows
Curled on a steam vent
The wind never is forgiving
I hope all the whiskey in my
Belly keeps me warm cause the
Setting suns are the most
Beautiful on the days
That will make you freeze to death
No more pain and no more stress
Lungs too cold to see my breath
Lips are blue and nose is red
Wish I had some scotch instead
No rest from this arctic hell
All across the commonwealth
Close my eyes and rest my head
Mom and dad I'll see you again
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