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Kind Of Like Spitting
thrill of the hunt
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She's bright and you're bleak
Then she kicked you out into the street
You call her when you're weary and weak
And the coma you slip into
Will hold all this against you
You will learn to bite your tongue when you speak
You resolve all your sings
Start it all over again
Don't go home,
If you need to, you can call me from the road.
If you only noticed
You're dressed up and you're nervous
And we've well-rehearsed our burdens
You feel like nothing is complete
You're soulless and you're worthless
You'll be nothing until you notice
You can find regufe in anyone you meet
But don't go home
If you need to, you can call me from the road
You might notice
- Album:
- Professional Results (1999-2014)
- The Thrill Of The Hunt
- Learn: The Songs Of Phil Ochs
- In The Red
- One Hundred Dollar Room
- Bridges Worth Burning
- You Secretly Want Me Dead
- Old Moon In The Arms Of The New
- Nothing Makes Sense Without It
- Miscellaneous
- $100 Room
- Flag: A Hush Records Primer
- Insound Tour Support Series, Volume 14
- Slightest Indication of Change
- Kind of Like Spitting
- Suburban Home Distribution Spring 2002 Sampler
- A Label Sampler
- Less
- Home EP, Volume 1
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 105: September 2002