Tuesday, March 10, 2009

seven inch songs, work in progress

"glory, glory, Joseph Maxwell"

Good times hit black ice
you stepped in and dried the lake
we slide twelve hours from home
for once the clouds kept the rain

you saved us from an empty gas tank(die ohio),
you kept us positive(die ohio),
we drove all night(die ohio),
we're blessed by open ears(die ohio)

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