Duet memorializing the loss of sanity amid the throes of passionate self-emoliation; OR! Knowing when your hat's been stomped.
all vocals, lyrics and instruments: Chandler Lewis
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A serial list of moments as captured by one who wishes that shit were eternal.
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Nothing's going to happen to you
At least nothing happens soon
Blow by blow and noon by noon
Nothing's going to happen
Nothing's going to wreck your head
Lying in your sweat-soaked bed
Keep your angry heart well-fed,
Nothing's going to happen
Smoke & drink & change the sheets,
Walk around the dead town's streets
Nothing's going to happen
(Nothing's going to happen)
Spend your nights breathing fire
Oiling cogs and plugging wires
Cataloging lists of liars,
Nothing's going to happen.
Sci-fi films & broke-throat songs
Tempted hearts and righting wrongs
A porous mind from smoking bongs
Nothing's going to happens
Hartford's hell and city's wind
No buildings to take shelter in
Maps can't show where you've been
Where nothing ever had been
Nothing ever happened
Nothing ever had been
Nothing ever had been
Something's going to happen
Something's going to have been
Something never had been
Something's going to had been
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