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Porch Junkies
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Indie, Rock, Acoustic, Experimental
The "Drury Lane Project" is the brain child of singers/songwriters Andrew Shepard and Christopher Hudon. Formed in January of 2008 at Jacksonville University the Drury Lane Project places a heavy emphasis on intricate musical composition, meaningful lyrics, and above all uniqueness. We're trying not to be limited by the traditional conventions of music by placing everything in a specific genre. With a wide variance of musical tastes the band tries to focus on musicianship and exploring anything that might sound good while still being something you can rock out to.
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #165
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
Andrew Shepard
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Andrew Shepard and Christopher Hudon
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March 28, 2008
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:17
Lyrics
As we made our way Out to our balcony to play I had the faintest feeling That I could not play today The women who pass by us Always instigate our song But I had the faintest feeling That the notes were somehow wrong Tuning up my strings To cease the tension in the air Though I had the faintest feeling Such a spectacle was rare Ovations walk below us If I’m playing I don’t care Never mind the time or place The porch is always there Here on our balcony Time goes passing by As the memories come rushing back And I have no army But I still like to try To recreate tomorrow’s past As we sit and reason Calamity collides I still wonder whereabouts of Jack To toast social seasons Sung to the tune of why We filled what normal evenings lacked Planted in a rut That sinking feeling in your gut I just felt the faintest feeling Before I ever knew the cut So go and call the sofa I get the heater to be fair Climb aboard the delta flyer The porch is always there Here on the balcony Smoking is sublime To the rhythm of a mutual hack The never-ending parties Leave skeletons behind Abandoned as we wolves attacked The days, would pass in phases That wouldn’t set aside Any time for me to just relax As we’ve met endless new faces Soliciting the crimes That forge the friendships of our past Cheers to the stage Where people race Limited seating is at hand Isolations resting place Contrasts the life that sparked the band This is where The thoughts would share Theories pertaining to our lives The fruits that thought’s ideas would bear As thunder pierced the night Heres to those Who come and go Who write their lives in sand A boiling pot of cultures flow To raise a flood upon the land Bliss of rain Obnoxious planes Will Tron fall from the ledge? Evenings filled with too much rain I thought Bob Dylan dead Here on our balcony Time goes passing by As the memories come rushing back
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