Tangled in ropes, pulled into the shore. You washed up all heavy, tired and poor.
Had a life made of wax, house made of butter they melted that summer,
How they melted that summer
When winter came early and the ocean froze over,
You threw your belongings onto your shoulder.
Stole a pair of boots that could handle the cold.
Went out into the frozen unknown.
When the tide rolled out and all was exposed,
You found yourself drowning in truths untold
Used a sand dollar to buy a bus ticket home
Though a hundred degree heat you felt so cold.
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fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
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Comme d'habitude, j'ai bien du mal à choisir une "favorite track" avec ce groupe de Trashgrass qui excelle dans son domaine.
Mais là, j'ai réussi à me décider finalement. XD EklektikTrip
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this album truly feels like a journey. there is a strong atmosphere of transience and solidarity, a feeling of constant change. if you commit yourself to listening through, you will come out a different person. crowskult