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Uncle Jack, when i look back, sent a lot down to me. my mom would say we both seemed to be the life of the party. he was a picker, and a drinker. he took one step over the edge. a drinker, and he ended up with some debt i guess. nobody knows what really happened. the river was swollen when they found him in it, and it rained all weekend on the bridge leaving town. this is how i see it. this is not something i was told. i envisioned it to be dark, wet, and cold. if he jumped, or if he fell, no one knows.
but ive got a different picture for each one of those. i was a baby. and we never really met, its really sad, i guess. he was a musician, just like his nephew and if he couldve i wouldve wanted him to teach me. but all i ever got from him, Uncle Jack, was his need to stop drinking.
- Album:
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- Miscellaneous
- Survival is for Cowards
- Composed on Bicycles: Holiday Matinee Compilation, Volume 3
- Moving Mountains
- Choose Bronze
- Dot Dot Dash Something or Other Dot
- This Changes Everything
- Possiblies and Maybes
- Blessed/Cursed
- Small Brown Bike & The Casket Lottery
- 1999-12-05: Bloomington, IN, USA
- In Honor: A Compilation to Beat Cancer, Round #2
- Magnet New Music Sampler, Volume 24
- Smoke and Mirrors
- A Twenty Band Compilation
- Split
- The Door
- The Door - Single
- Slightest Indication of Change