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Two Parties -single-

by Worried Well

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1.
Two Parties 02:57
There’s something that’s been nagging at me lately, Perhaps it could be huge or rather small? But if this something doesn’t make itself appealing Well then out, piece by piece, I’ll cut it all. You’re like to complain of running water When there’s a business running water ‘cross the hall. If the difference is the water’s bought and paid for, Well then that’s not really a difference at all. Because if they don’t save and we don’t save There’s nothing we can do ‘cause we’re so small. Self preservation, the very thing that got us here Won’t likely be preserving anything at all. It’s hard to complain of your footprint When you haven’t got a shoe or a sole. The cost of goods is most likely to make So that it is my neighbor ending up in this bowl. Because if they don’t plan then we don’t plan And there’s no punishment for lapse in self-control, This massive need for ambition was the start Will be the end of us all. Where there’s a will then there’s a way But it’s the dawning of each day that sets the tone. We could be building up or tearing down With a wrench just as likely as a bone. Because if your side lies then so does mine And there’s no point staging discussion in this hall. If the difference is how each side’s bought and paid for Well then that’s not really a difference at all.
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Low Roads 03:29
Why I can barely breathe points sharply at memories That grow dull and faded as I pour more pints into me. When I distinctly see the path in front of me Is a growing love but in between are pits of poison snakes. But if this one's for happiness and that one's for certain death I'll know I've made the right mistakes. If this one's for living well and that one's an endless hell Won't someone let me make my case? If freedom is an iron gate and true love is dead weight Then how dare I equate the stakes? Low Roads take me home. Where is home? I don't know. Chips and cracks deceive what's growing underneath. We're lost and belated as I struggle to believe. Strips of razors lead the path in front of me. A growing comfort, a great relief. I'll sacrifice and wait. But if this one's not feeling good and that one's a likelihood I'm wondering why I should wait. If one is my destiny, another is felony Then haunting eyes will wish my fate. To move is a great offense, to stay is a detriment Then pardon if I get the shakes. Low Roads take me home. Where is home? I don't know. Psych 101 (and Done) I don't remember what it's like to be so bad And feel it so completely. Mired in youth anger had its use But now it slides off almost completely. There are times, there are times When it's hard to try to see so resolutely. The weight on top, it will never stop. I need instructions on how to breathe. They tried to tell me there were Rods and cones in the back of my eyes That process pictures. What a great surprise! Five pounds of gray matter on the other side That try to tell me that I'm alright. That there's just blood and muscle inside of my heart That try to pull me out of fits and starts. So what's the weight of your brain? What's the price to remain On the other side of somewhat sane? Are they paranoid people or the average crowd? They hate the noise I make. A ghost, a shade of their worst fears Is inhabiting this stage. The truth may be much worse than you think They're holding to their desperate stake. They scratch and claw just to save face. They say they're better off this way. They tried to tell me there were Rods and cones in the back of my eyes That process pictures. What a great surprise! Five pounds of gray matter on the other side That try to tell me that I'm alright. That there's just blood and muscle inside of my heart That try to pull me out of fits and starts. Oh, when you feel that chilly grip it's not so bad. If you know when to fold, what to give away. Don't take yourself so seriously. Because we're all a bunch of rats And there's no cure for that.

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released July 22, 2015

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Worried Well Portland, Maine

Daniel James and Cam Jones are a band called Worried Well.
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new album "Great Appetite, Poor Taste" available on vinyl and CD 7.24.15
Available digitally on Mint 400 Records on 9.7.15

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