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yet another song bemoaning the ills of our culture

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the babies and mother all wait in the car
while dad takes a detour and drinks at the bar.
she might have been lonely, but now she don't care.
he's usually quiet when he drives home impaired.

she used to get angry and they used to fight
but she knows she can't keep this up every night.
the paycheck ain't much and he sucks in what's left
of what used to be love and a lifetime of debt.

love is patient, love is kind, love is a martyr.
love will give until it's all gone without a word.
but when it's gone don't even bother
to hope for something more.

now last call is all curdled up in his gut
and he finds his purpose in making abrupt
interjections to no one but those who might hear
and those who might hear also had too much beer.

the whole building shook when his head hit the door.
it trembled again when he crashed on the porch.
his car would have broken his fall years before
but nothing and no one were there anymore.

love is patient...

i still believe you were perfect in every way.

it lulls you to sleep then it bites like a rattlesnake
the deeper the teeth sink, the better the dreaming.
make up some excuse to get angry then fire away.
it binds you to me then it cuts like a razor blade.

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from a postcard from pa, released March 11, 2010
eric hess-upright bass, david perry-drums, jerome wincek-everything else

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