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Tall Timbers
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This song is about people who feel that the price of having friends and not being an outcast is to have to hide elements of who they are.
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Dark, smoky, beer-soaked rooms with sweat and breath and rage and love pulsing through everyone there, screaming their lungs out and pushing my songs forward as
Hey, I'm Neil. This is going to be really simple. I want to pack a room (any size) with people who want to jump and sweat and swoon and laugh and cry and scream and fall in love with the sound of a dream. I want to take music back to just getting friends together, having some drinks and putting their hearts out in the open for everyone to see.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #144
Peak in subgenre #19
Author
Neil Salter
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Neil Salter Music
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March 04, 2010
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:25
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Out in the smoggy haze of your mis-spent weekend Out in the doubtful dust of your rent-a-best friend Out where the men are mainly boys It's easy to get locked away in the final act of your passion play when all your Nichols and Gabels and Fitzgerald's are unknown. They don't give a sh** what you just read or what band you're getting into. They don't care for the reason that your dog's named Rollins and they wouldn't say thanks if you lent them "Campaign '72". Here at the corner-stone house on Fit In Lane Here it's tough to stick to your guns when you don't have a trigger Here where Conviction's ass is kicked by lust. And nobody knows more than this one that the finest minds might come undone if they ever were 16 at an 18-year-old's party. They don't give a sh** what you just read or what band you're getting into. They don't care for the reason that your dog's named Rollins and they wouldn't say thanks if you lent them "Campaign '72". Where is the balance in this basement of badlands in the push to be you and the pull to have friends We can preach all we want, but when desire is calling you still feel like you're falling. When only sluts get asked to the Prom. When only sluts get asked to the Prom.
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