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Nothing As It Seems In A Shithole Town
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this is the song where dan finally came out of the closet as a 35 year old homsexual peruvian stripper...the other half is some pearljam cover he wanted to do.
acoustic songwriting dan singing allan guiney brassaw
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We're two guitarist/singer/songwriters from Cooperstown NY, and we both write mostly acoustic songs about life, politics, girls, whatever. For the most part, Allan is on singing duty, and I (Dan) do the guitars, but sometimes I do backup vocals, and he does rythym guitar, or whatever else we feel like.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Guitar
Charts
Peak #416
Peak in subgenre #126
Author
Dan Brassaw/Allan Guiney/Pearl Jam
Rights
2005
Uploaded
June 13, 2005
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MP3 6.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
damn mexicans.....again
Lyrics
dont feel like home. hes a little out and all these words elope. its nothing like your poem putting in, inputting in. dont feel like methadone a scratching voice all alone. its nothing like your baritone its nothing as it seems. the little that he needs its home the little that he sees, its nothing he concedes, its home one uninvited chromosome. a blanket like the ozone its nothing as it seems, all that he needs, its home the little that he frees, is nothing he believes saving up a sunny day, something maybe two tone anything of his own, a chip off the corner stone whos kidding, rainy day, one way ticket headstone occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone its nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, its home the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes its home and all that he frees, a little bittersweet its home its nothing as it seems, the little that you see its home born into the only thing you knew how could you know its bad talking about pastures greener your so sure they can be had (i see them descend upon you, grey wings hide you from others) (theres no help in that flock, lead bird with no wingmen) (no replacement when youre weary, take all the wind, all the glory) (modern airline icarus, rising towards the floor) think about whats always wrong and stare at what hurts cant you believe it might get better i wish you had (i ask myself why youd leave me) (in this town again) (blood suckers all around me) (thin blood doesnt warm) colors of the mind tinting your life changing around again making the bad places worse again then blaming your friends (sacred relic, secret dream) (you have no gods but youre searching for them) (society as deity, clutch them close) (pipe dreams will not hurt you, at least not now) think about whats always wrong and stare at what hurts cant you believe it might get better i wish you had (i ask myself why youd leave me) (in this town again) (blood suckers all around me) (thin blood doesnt warm) trapped in your melancholy tower its the walls who are jerks someday ill try and tell you but i dont want it to hurt (you descend upon me, flurry of feelings hides you/me) (id love some help, yeah, no lead bird will not trail) (take me up, i am weary, give me wind, give me glory) (id love a modern airplane icarus, as the sun crashes on the floor)
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