about
A very old song. I think from 2011 or so. I forget what I wrote it about originally. I guess just about feeling like I'd lost. Though, now, it seems to reflect a sense of failure reflected on Thoroughbred Racing Pigeon. I put a lot of myself into a band most people could never like and now there's a feeling like, "where do I go from here?"
lyrics
I will hum to myself as I walk down the road. The towel was thrown in, the audience all went home. I was beaten and bloody, now I'll live with the shame, but right now the sun's out and every dog has his day. My fur is getting coarse, my eyes are regretful. The spring in my step's gone, I'm no longer playful. This silence is peaceful, these chords aren't mine. Won't you tell me your story? I've got nothing but time. Maybe tomorrow I'll find a reason to try. The road is windy, but I don't care if I get lost.
credits
from
Baritone Cats,
released January 15, 2014
Jeff "double-team" Meszaros - trumpet, piano
Jamie "yea, I guess I'll record your shitty album" Ferland - trombone
Jayme Hagen - guitar, vocals
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