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Through this podcast SFP is creating an extended universe through the use of guitar based pop songs. The tale is both episodic and serial. As of the COVID lock down the SFPeeniverse consisted of 7 Broadway style musicals. This is ambitious stuff. The conceit is that an '84 Chevy El Camino acts as a TARDIS catalyst connecting the characters to unlimited story telling opportunities.
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Feb 1, 2021

Fyodor Dostoevsky, folks

Dog 0
Jan 25, 2021

You never know quite what to do

You shut up when I'm in the room

You lead me around by the tongue

I see it all clear as the sun

You love me when I play guitar

Then throw me away in the yard

You lead me around like a dog

So lead me around like a dog

Do do do do do do do do do do do do do

All right yeah

You lead me around like a dog

So cook me some breakfast tonight

I'll hold you if you got to puke

I'll hold you 'til you feel alright

Puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke

Alright yeah

Jan 18, 2021

Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday

A different world a new country I found out today

It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a

Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway

Driving on back to my home where the radio's free

Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE

Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road

Every once in a while I just want to explode

The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk

Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk

Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil

Every musician I know they just want to be real

Yeah

All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me

Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free

I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees

Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves

Sinkin deep

Yeah, sinkin deep

Ah-oo lord

Ah-oo lord

sinkin deep

Yeah sinkin

Sinkin deep

 

Jan 11, 2021

Here's some chips and dip

Have a nice party, son

I can see it clear as day

All smiling cakes and fun

Bring my chips and dip

To your party later on

I got some peanuts too

For your happy birthday song

Here's a dirty card

Don't show it to your mother

Here's a briefcase and a check

When's last you saw you brother?

Take my stuff on back inside

It's yours now take it light

Yeah and don't drink too much beer

When you're partying tonight 

No

I come from overseas

My dad and me no way

And I didn't see him die

My plane was late that day

My old house like a wall

I ain't ever left them doors

Look how they've wrecked my yard

I left my home

What for

So I got my kid chips and dip

He turned 25 today

I took him overseas

You should really see him play

My son looked kind of sad

When I said goodbye

But I taught my boy one thing

A real man never cries

(That's wrong)

Now I don't ever look back

When I drive my truck away

And I hardly see my kids

Except on Christmas Day

So I walk on up them steps

Take my shoes off and lie down

On my stinking single bed

On the lonely side of town.

 

Jan 4, 2021

When I look in your eyes

The clouds leave the skies

My pain starts to wane

So I'll say it again

Say you love me too

It's good making love

Feels so good making love

Tell my buddies roll on

I'll catch up later on

But we all know I won't

Something I just won't do

They're all down at last call

While I'm in bed with you

Say you love me too

All of my life

I searched for what's true

Without even looking

I found it in you

I guess we both know it's right

Even though we m,ight fight

It's a timeless affair

It's like wind in the air

Because when I look in your eyes

The clouds leave the skies

My pain starts to wane

So I'll say it again

Say you love me too

Dec 28, 2020

Do you remember giving me your number

And your address too

Do you remember videos of thunder

Can't ignore you

Come sweetly watch your step and shudder

I thought that you were someone's girl 

To another empty form of flatter

But not from me

Hanging with my little sister

But you should be

Around my house at dawn for California

I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you

Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific

This song is for you I hope you

Dig it love is what you make it

But it makes you

Just like dying hell you just can't fake it

But it fakes you

Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter

Faces in a whirl I'm taking cover

So what's the reason for all of this clamor

Build you with a chisel and a hammer

Dec 21, 2020

Drinking a 40 on the second day of spring

We just sent off the mailing list

Got a keg flowing in the afternoon

It's time for drinking this

So many cats on the mansion porch I know everyone inside

Girl living in an upstairs apartment

One day she'll be my bride

Picked up D down in old Pigtown

Got a ride in the van inside

Smoking around an ounce of weed

Laughing 'til it hurts my sides

Thank god it's finally spring

Snow's been thawed a couple months

It's still been cold as shit

Keeping warm with whiskey and tequila

And a million beers with it

Keeping numb with pills and something

That I got for lifting weights

In springtime there's so many girls

Ain't no need to masturbate

Thank god it's finally spring

Now everyone can sing

Birds fly through the wings 

Whistling as we sing

Love me

Let me 

Love you

Ooh

 

Dec 14, 2020

Let's agree on disagreeing

Let's agree on moving on

Let's agree just for agreement

On second thought don't call me on the phone

'Cause I'm flashing back on days of sorrow

Cold and melancholy like the night

Frown around and feeling stupid

On second thought I'm going out tonight

I ain't going out just for the movement

'Cause I'm liking sitting here just fine

Yeah

Let's argue for just the talking

Let's drive aroiund and talk some more

Buy a twelve pack close to midnight

And never wonder what's outside that door

Let's just keep our heads and rotate

Round and round each other like the stars

Create panic from enjoyment

I'm sick of all these goddamn local bars

I ain't going out just for the movement

'Cause I'm liking sitting here just fine

Hey

Let's agree on being different

Let's agree on being sane

Let's agree that life is awesome

Let's agree that life is pain

I ain't (etc)

 

Dec 7, 2020

Hey, Dad, I'm dying

Hey, son, I done my best

Hey, Dad, you're lying

Hey, son, I done my best

Hey, Dad, I'm thinking

Hey, son, I'm thinking through

Hay, Dad, I'm starving

Hey, son, I'm hungry too

Hey, Dad, I'm running

Hey, son, I'm running through

Hey, son, I'm gunning

Hey, Dad, I'm drinking brew

Hey, Dad, it's night time

Hey, son, it's morning dew

Hey, Dad, it's summer

Hey, son, it's winter too

instrumental break

Build the levee

Hold back every tide

Submerge every wake

Stifle every ride

Raze the pounding surf

Stop the raging wind

Break the tree that bends

Never grow again

Shade the morning sun

Pave the pastures pure

Sweep up all the dirt

Make a tree a door

Shelter from the storm

Melt the smoldering ice

Then unleash the beast

Suckling on you life

Nov 30, 2020

Got in my truck and I drove off I didn't say shit

Looking for words when they left me to stew over it

Every once in a while I just can't shrug it off

16 years sober will make you a shiny self cross

So I apologized when we did plug in the gear

All of this time I been wanting it's year upon year

How can a something be somewhere wherever it is

Can't it be nowhere and nothing and not of the biz

Sinking deep

Checking on back with our hero he's feeling his oats

Making his way as a young man with three leather coats

Has one for weddings and such and one to stay warm

His favorite is over his shoulders it shelters the storm

It's meloncholy and it's bright green and newer than new

Every once in a while I don't know what to do

Living vicariously 'cause that's a writer will do

Put it all in here and then some and do it for you

Sinking deep

Nov 25, 2020

Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday

A different world a new country I found out today

It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a

Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway

Driving on back to my home where the radio's free

Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE

Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road

Every once in a while I just want to explode

The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk

Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk

Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil

Every musician I know they just want to be real

Yeah

All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me

Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free

I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees

Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves

Sinkin deep

Yeah, sinkin deep

Ah-oo lord

Ah-oo lord

sinkin deep

Yeah sinkin

Sinkin deep

Jul 8, 2019

The cold and ragged beauty of a winter tree

Struck Dawn as quite odd as she looked to see

A table full of papers but none up to date

No chance t glimpse beauty when you're running late

A far off police siren pierces through the air

But Billy doesn't notice and he doesn't care

Sirens don't mean nothing in the county jail

Doing time's the fine when you can't make the bail

In wintertime

The sun don't climb

The ice it shines

The world's unkind

An accident just happened out on National Pike

Some lady ran a redlight sliding through the ice

Valentines day candy scattered on the street

Now my car is totaled and it's raining sleet

The windows creek and moan as the wind bears down

Whipping through a tree branch lying on the ground

The screen door whistles loudly and the yard is froze

And me I write a song and I can't feel my toes

chorus

 

Dave - guitars and vocals

Paul - bass and production

Pork - drums and headphones mix

Ian - mastering

Jun 24, 2019

The books are kept impeccably

An air of sadness from what couldn't be

And pictures grace the mantle place

All rosy cheeked and freckle faced

Separated tender rage

She got the kids you got the cage

Kids move out a big old house of fireplace memories

Alright

Now don't no kids mess up the floor

A townhouse, baby, no back door

The bank is stuffed forever more

And the bills rise like the tides

It wasn't nothing that you said

You thought you loved her in your head

In your mind together dead

Your graves are side by said

So hold on to your fireplace memories

All that you got left can't laugh at you

And that's the truth 'cause what was true

Was what was wrong and now it's gone

Satisfaction never comes but your standards are too high

And when your gone I'll be right there until your soul floats by

And then is lightening strikes you down and crushes all the past

Fireplace memories won't die of all things they will last

chorus

 

Dave - guitars and vocals

Paul - bass, production

Pork - drums

Ian - mastering

Jun 17, 2019

I didn't see you when I went out tonight

A word or two means nothing to me that don't sound right

I live the life of an empty glass

I'm glued onto my barstool before the moment's passed

If you call the weather I'll call the time

If you say you'll be mine

Tonight I'm feeling lucky so what's the word from you

If I run out of cash before the night is through

If I told you my dream you'd slap me in the face

So ditch that creep and I'll meet you later It's gotta be the case

If you call my number then I'll set the time

If you say you'll be you say you'll be mine

If I can wake up to you my life would be complete

But I compete on a footing unsure

When I call your number

You set the time

If ever you are ever you are

If ever you'll be mine mine all mine

You'll be mine

Jun 10, 2019

Happy New Years Baby

 


The nights go on forever dogs bark through the cold
UPS trucks rumble through holidays grown old
Grey skies hover blindly grey grass lies asleep
Grey roads rise through heaven grey breath slowly seeps


How many people died when live shrinks and melts in pride
Accomplishments are nigh happy new years baby


The fireplace burns forgiving so come in from the cold
Laughter ells and singing false stories here retold
A cat purrs in the corner the music gets a boost
The stroke of midnight passes and everyone cuts loose


Cocaine and whiskey buzz acid and shrooms a must
Heroin and crack for us happy new years baby
Sleep when the sun comes up afternoon and throwing up
See the folks and suck it up happy new years baby


It's just like what Lennon said
Years come and go and then you're dead
Winter sucks or so I've read
Happy new years baby
Can't wait 'til spring comes 'round
Krokus flowers in the ground
Now the stinking fields are brown
Happy new years baby

Dave - guitars, vocals, percussion
Paul - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering

Jun 3, 2019

Looking at a corpse at dawn in 1993

Hit and run up the tab in 1993

Here I live in Baltimore in 1993

Born and raised wait to die in 1993

Segregate black and white in 1993

Baltimore Harbor night in 1993

It's like an alcoholic's dream

Blue collar bars and disco scenes

Poor rage and shoot up the interstate

Ain't life oh so great

Steaming crabs a baseball day in 1993

No football no subway in 1993

I'm feeling like I'm left behind in 1993

It never changes it never changes in 1993

 

Dave - stringed instruments and vocals

Paul, bass, recording, mixing

Pork - drums

Ian - mastering

May 20, 2019

Wake up Monday morning and I look around

I felt bad this morning and my hair fell to the ground

She came by on Wednesday with a wedding ring

I ducked out on Thursday, baby, and hocked my wedding ring

It's hard

So I went out to Seattle to try to find a band

But nobody did want me they wouldn't let me lend a hand

So I cruised on down to LA and got a new tattoo

But nobody knew Chuck Berry songs or "Blue Suede Shoes"

It's hard

So I went on down to Athens but I played too hard

Flew to the Twin Cities but they wouldn't let me in the yard

So I hitch hiked back to Baltimore and I shot myself

Now I'm paralyzed but I have found myself

It's hard

 

Dave - guitars and vocals

Paul - bass, engineering, mixing

Wil - engineering, drums

Ian - mastering

May 15, 2019

WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AGAIN 15 APRIL 2019WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AGAIN 15 APRIL 2019


When I was a kid I voraciously tore through biographies of the Beatles instead of text books. Even then I had little faith in being educated by people whom I thought were stupid. That's a Bootstrap Theory type of thing caused by reading too many damn John Lennon interviews. Humility would hit hard later. 

One thing both Lennon and Paul McCartney would talk about was that, being songwriters, they wanted to write songs for occasions that had a chance to become standards. That's why they wrote their Christmas songs, "Happy Christmas (War Is Over)" for John and "Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time" for Paul. Both of them songs cut to the essence of them fellas for real. You wonder what each might have added to the other's but that's a recipe for a lifetime of WTF.

In College Park I was writing a rock opera with my buddy Joel Baily. We were in a band called Love and Hate. We changed our name to Forgotten Sons when that crap hair band Love/Hate started getting played on MTV. Joel and I wrote together all the time. We made a point of it. We wanted to be rock stars. As far as we were concerned we already WERE rock stars so we wrote us a song for the occasion of the winter solstice. 

Dig - this is pretty much the song we wrote. It stuck with me all these years. If a song sticks with me for decades I eventually record it, or try to anyway. This was around the time of "Do They Know It's Christmas" - all that pre-internet troglodytal ignorance of the cultures that aren't derived from the Anglo-Saxons. I honestly didn't know that the entire world wasn't celebrating Santa and Jesus on December 25th. Holy fucking shit how the fuck did we exist? I think a big deal was when the Cold War ended and then China started reengaging with the world. Collectively the human race began remembering that there were other parts of the globe besides where one is born, lives, and dies.  Around the time of the 9/11 terror attacks (which happens to be my fucking birthday) I added the stuff about"embrace all of the faiths that would love to kill me." You know, channelling my inner peacenik. You can add American Christians to that list as well. In general that's a spiteful and mean segment of my beloved Americans. That sentence right there hints at my own unrealized bigotry. It's a constant battle.

Chances are you've already heard this song. I release it every year in December on whatever social media site is available. I'm very proud of it.

Recording wise we did the sleigh bells and the tuned water glasses but my favorite part is at the end when the acoustic guitar doubles the mandolin riff. These things happen during recording. The way I have always operated, or tried to, is that you roll the tape and see what happens during overdubs. That's the funnest part - the spontaneity. 

I was anxious to hear how Paul melded together the everything plus the kitchen sink approach I enjoy during recording and fuck if he didn't impress the living shit out of me with this mix. That's something I learned from Brian - trust the guy mixing. HE'S the one spending all the time sorting through vague ideas and sculpting a whole.

So I hope you like this one. The arbitrariness of the release is maybe my favorite thing about this song at present. 

Quickly - I purposely avoided any talk of the origins of what for all intents and purposes is an ancient celebration based on the movements of the stars. "Ancient" means, judging by the latest discoveries in anthropology, 100,000-200,000 years old. That deficiency of knowledge outside of one's own lineage is the sticking point that unscrupulous leaders use to aquire and sustain power. It's a useful tool. I have grown profoundly dissappointed in the reaction of the free peoples of the Earth to the vast networks of interwebs. I had mostly assumed that people were generally thoughtful and reasonable where as, if this past decade is taken as a sample of the reaction of civilization to new technologies that are inherently complicated to understand and yet superlatively easy to use, most people are easily swayed and governed by predjudice and place.  I'm still astounded that the great experiment of the fouding fathers has survived this long because, clearly, as I sit here  on 16 April 2019, the idea is better than the species to which it was gifted in hopes of a better world. 

Have a great Christmas this spring!

May 13, 2019

Christmas means togetherness and love and joy

Happiness and presents for the girls and boys

Old folk come together and then reminisce

Stand beneath the mistletoe and get a kiss

Love your friends and kin

When Christmas comes again

Shout out to the homeless in America

The starving out in Asia and in Africa

Embrace all of the faiths that would love to kill me

The majority of folk through time just weren't free

Go remember them

When Christmas comes again

Make sure that you bring your love at Christmas time

People come and go but love is all the time

People they pass on but their love still exists

So let that love inside your hearts and reminisce

Love brings love, my friend

When Christmas comes again

 

Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, glasses

Paul - bass, engineering, mixing

Wil - drums

Ian -mastering

May 8, 2019

TIME FOR A CHANGE 1 APRIL 2019


Everything blends together eventually. You can call it entropy, erosion, degredation, there's a millions words through out time trying to explain decay. Maybe that's where we went wrong. Do we need to explain it? Can we just accept it? My fallback position when I get intellectualy lazy is "this is beyond human language." That's an obvious cop out.

I bring this up because I have two distinct memories of where this song was written - WAIT - they are one in the same! My timeline is off.  Phew!  I'm only still as crazy as when I woke up this morning. 

The year was 1988. I had taken a year off from school to ingest large amounts of psychedelic drugs and then returned.  I went to and lived at the University Of Maryland College Park, Cumberland Hall - a co-ed building. The previous year, 1987, was a great year for rock and roll. I spent the summer living and working (ish) in Ocean City, MD. That's also the last time I was arrested. Music-wise,  for the under(ish) ground, the Mats had released PLEASE TO MEET ME. For mainstream bros and hos GnR's APPETITE FOR DESTRCUCTION was making everyone want to try heroin. For the collegiate types U2 had THE JOSHUA TREE and REM had DOCUMENT. The good music bled into '88 and provided a youthful guitar heavy soundtrack to my life. Public Enemy and NWA were about to pop.

I played in a band in Bawmer - Kona, the next in a long line of people who refused to play my fucking songs. So I would go to school during the week and come home on the weekends to play fucking cover songs to drunks. It was a way to keep my chops sharp. I can't stress this enough. It was a constant struggle to get anyone to play my songs. They referred to them as "originals" like they were some odd alien lifeform beyond the mere talents of idiot Marylanders. My reasoning was always "somebody had to write these fucking songs we're covering - they didn't just appear!" But the poeple around me who played gyuitars were always "yeah but they're songwriters. We're just people from Baltimore." Baltimore I love you but sometimes you really suck.  So not having the resources to actually play all these fucking songs I was writing I categorized them in my own little library code - the Davey Decimal System.

That's a lot of backstory. I wrote "Time For a Change" when my best friend Made Hood was moving to Bali to study ethnomusicology. I was also moving on from my freshman year at college. It was a reset moment. Made was NOT someone who discouraged my songwriting. We actually wrote together. Two of our compositions eventually made it - part of them anyway - to THE BIG OPERA. He wrote the "slide on by" chorus in "The Orphan" and we came up with the riff to "How Do You Like That" after smoking around an ounce of weed. 

This song, obviously, works well as an opener. So whenever I needed a first song in an opera I used this'n. It's not plot specific so you can use it anywhere - any setting, any time period. The only detail is "kazoo." It just so happenned that this song found a home in 1993. It was roughly written around this time, me being a young man who didn't know anything yet but was confident enough to try to make poeple learm his songs.

Musically this was recorded at The Shed in rural Bawmer County with Paul Kelley and Wil Berry, aka "Porky." Pork was the first guy EVER who was into playing my songs as the reason for a band. I'm forever grateful. Dig - by this time I was in my mid twenties. In my mind I had lost around a decade trying to convince people that we were worthy to write. It got easier for people coming up after me. There was no stigma to creativity for them. So I wrote this during Kona and a little interim band called Pritty Hary played it and then it sat in the 1993 folder for 20 years. This arrangement is pretty much the same as when it was written and demoed on my little TASCAM 4 track. 

May 6, 2019

If you remember me you see

Think of the blood pumping through

If I remember you playing your kazoo

Please remember me

If I were you and you were me

Then just what would you see

When feeling kind of rough

Looking pretty gruff

Be remembering

It's time for a change

Look around that person

Find out what is certain

Choose the other curtain

Yeah but it might bring the worst in

Right now I feel like shit and that's it

Right now nobody's here

And then I think of you wondering what you'd do

If you see me too clear

It's tiume for a change

 

Dave - guitars and vocals

Paul - engineering, mixing, bass

Pork - drums

Ian - mastering

May 1, 2019

WINTERTIME ACOUSTIC 21 March 2019


During a nice hot Maryland summer a couple of years back I was helping my buddy Paul cut down a bunch of dead pine trees on the property his family has owned since somewhere back in the sepia toned days before people realized other people existed. Big suckers they were,  full of sap and sharp edges that would slice up your shins and calves if you were foolish enough to wear shorts. I was doing the grunt work for Paul and his mom's husband. They cut 'em down and chopped 'em up and I moved the big shit into a dump truck and the small shit into a succession of burn piles. My dad had recently died and Paul asked how I was doing. 

"I'm more relieved than anything else." I said.

"You aren't depressed or anything? I was when my dad died. I didn't know it until later and then it hit me."

I shrugged. I WAS relieved. I was the executor for his estate. I had carted him around to all of his doctors appointments for his COPD which he had although he never smoked. He was a doctor. He had a formality to him that, as I got older, I found endearing.  Due to some arrangement with him and my mom he never paid any child support. So although we lived in a big ol' victorian in Old Catonsville times were tight. He always bought me shit, though, and having divorced parents both buying Christmas presents was, hmm, something that happened.

So cut to a year later and my wife and I have dedicated my dad's old Jeep Grand Cherokee to Baltimore Animal Rehabilitation Center and it hit me. That was the last physical bit of my Dad's shit that was still hanging around.  So I sent ol' Paul a text message along the lines of "dude you were dead on it just hit me today my fucking dad is dead."

Paul's a musician, a bass player, and he's been a dedicated listener to all the wacky shit that Brian and I put out on the Society Fringe Podcast Podcast. Somewhere between Circle 9 and SFP, Circle 9's drummer Wilmer Earl Berry Jr (Pork) had joined Paul's band, Pearly Goats, one of my favorite fucking bands. I had all my operas lined up to record with Brian. He said he needed a break (after only 13 albums in 2 years? Crazy, right?) so I figured I'd record 1993 during the break with Paul and Pork. This being life, things happen and now I'm working on the Brian-Andy SFP concurrently with the Paul-Pork SFP.  It's still one long narrative that takes place over the course of centuries and eventually millenia. The 1993 stuff is rooted in young adult ennui devoid of romantic roadtrips and gunfights in the vast American desert and the Far East. It's a companion piece to Travelogue - happening at the same time, but rooted in realism. The main relationships are the fella, his dad, and his girlfriend. Mainly it's about him and his dad getting on each others' nerves. I didn't realize it until I returned to it when it became clear that it could actually be done. By "done" I mean recorded andreleased.

So, dig, each act is a season in the year of Bawmerhun 1993.  "Acoustic Wintertime" starts it off because musically it foreshadows a song in WINTER and we had changed the arrangement into what eventually became "Stoner Wintertime." It was important that the jarring strum patterns were heard because they get revisited in SPRING in a song actually about jarring strum patterns. I like how it starts with "ready?" and we're off. Paul's on his standup. This is a demo for Pork. I initially wanted to put the version from the original demo I recorded while Circle 9 was working on THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES but this version came up and inserted itself into the equation. In these long narratives I take these kinds of things as signs that this is how the story wants to be told. It's fun to see patterns that you didn't know existed. It's like submerging your ego in pursuit of something "other." 

So here you go. Paul and Pork ain't as into talking about their art as Bri and Andy so I'm going to do essays for the 1993 stuff. It will save a dickton of money, relatively, because this'll just be songs without the hour long spitball session Briy and I tag onto everything. I told him we still had to do some because it's become a clearinghouse for mental shit we go through. Lucky you for getting to hear it.

Apr 29, 2019

The bold and ragged beauty of a winter tree

Struck Susan as quite odd as she looked to see

A table full of papers but none up to date

No chance to glimpse beauty when you're running late

-----

A far off police siren pierces through the air

But Billy doesn't notice and he doesn't care

Sirens don't man nothing in the county jail

Doing time's the fine when you can't make the bail

-----

In wintertime the sun don't shine

The ice it shines the world's unkind

-----

An accident just happened out on National Pike

Some lady ran a red light sliding through the ice

Valentine's Day candy scattered on the street

Now my car is totaled and it's raining sleet

The windows creak and moan as the wind bears down

Whipping through a tree branch lying on the ground

The screen door whistles loudly and the yard is froze

And me I write a song and I can't feel my toes

chorus

 

Dave - guutar and vocal

Paul - engineering, stand up bass

Ian - mastering

 

 

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