all the stayers

from by Shotgun Language

NERVE cover art
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I got a right hand swinging strings and a left hand that makes 'em sing but still somehow I'm waist deep in mud and shut out cold

I run myself to ruin on these cold county roads, getting no more real I'm just getting old and still somehow I'm waist deep in mud and shut out cold

And now my feet are sinking and sinking and sinking in my step and honey I'm no better than dust at my best

Well you know that stayers got the saddest brow, they're still somehow waist deep in mud and shut out cold
and there's killing being done tonight, 'neath the ripe night sky of us still somehow waist deep in mud and shut out cold

and now my feet are sinking and sinking and sinking in my step and honey I'm no better than dust at my best.

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from NERVE, released 13 April 2010

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tags: country-alt lo-fi alt pop rock rural swedish Sweden

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Well. It's a love story.

It's me and this piece of land and everything that inhabits ... more it.

Clouds and grass, people, lost cats, feelings and empties thrown by the roadsides.

It's a map. A map I live by, that I find my way and that get lost by.

I've always been here, beholding. And here I tell. less

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