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I'll Be Gone
03:02
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Pack it in and head for the coast
Lost summer running from these ghosts
Oceanside might be the place for me
Empty bottles floating out to sea
I’ll be gone
Maybe I’ll grow out my hair
Show the world that I’m not a square
Spend my days like a beatnik on the road
Walk around with wine stains on my coat
I’ll be gone
Give up work and head for the hills
Build a shack and tend to my stills
Waste your life just driving around
and around and around
Want a way to stick it to the man?
Sell your crap and live in a van
Waste your life just driving around
and around and around
I don’t want to hang around no more
Never ending summer’s such a bore
chasing down those Walden dreams
not as glamorous as it might seem
You’ll be gone, but you’ll come back home
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Camp Song
03:27
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Will I fall asleep in your arms while a thousand crickets play us both to sleep and I am lost?
No, I haven’t even left and, God I miss you already, turning into something I was not
In time I might turn away
I might say what you can’t say
I don’t even know what I have lost
Will the sound of falling raindrops tapping out a message on the tin that I can’t understand
Tell me what I want to know now, tell me that I might be changing from a boy into a man
Will I fall asleep in your arms while a thousand crickets play us both to sleep?
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The Gall
03:13
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I want to go back in time, ego circa 1994
Sit myself down and list all the errors that I made before
Would I listen at all?
Nod politely and stall
I want to go back in time to all the options that I had at 10
Travel back so that I could make all of the same mistakes again
Savor all of the falls
The nerve, the fire, the gall
Learn to live for the now
The past is what you allow
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Too Many Bands
03:59
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Came into this town didn’t know a soul
Seems so long ago
Shouting in the void and I got annoyed
There was no one at the show
I don’t like the way it all went down
Gave up too easily back then
There’s too many bands in this town
But it doesn’t mean I can’t be one of them
Resigned myself to what I thought was fate
Just hang it on the wall
Wake up and you think that it’s too late
That you missed another call
Coming out from under this malaise
But I don’t know where to go
Things sure have changed around this place
There’s so much to know
I don’t like the way it all went down
Gave up too easily back then
There’s too many bands in this town
But it doesn’t mean I can’t be one of them
There’s too many bands in this town
But it doesn’t mean I can’t be one of them
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The Yardarm Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Alternative rock with a distinctly North Carolina twang. The Yardarm combines the songwriting and singing talents of Jason Bales and JJ Westfield, with Palmer Smith on bass and John Cowan on drums.
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