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Friday, July 21, 2006

Lyrics to Dog Day's new songs are really working for me. I don't really feel like there's anything wrong with playing an instrument in the band, and still being a fan of Seth's and a fan of KC's. I hope no one get mad at me for posting some, written by my guy.

CAREER SUICIDE

Yeah baby, it's true. Where are your friends?
No one that surrounds you.
Your crippled mind.
Just looking for fun.

Don't bother getting out of bed; your occupational dread.
Nothing is going on to keep your mind in check.

Let's go, career suicide.

Yeah, I know there's a lot to say and do,
I just can‚’t believe you've been talking to Satan.
Worship your health; your good looks don't hurt.
Everyone‚’s got the same problems; they're all the same.
Yeah, I know there's a lot to say and be,
I just can‚’t believe you haven't spoken to me.

Let's speak.

Two years ago, someone somewhat Halifamous gave me counterfeit, and Fundog passed on.

3 Comments:

  • His cd is amazing. At 3:00am on a strange highway in the dark it takes on a life of it's own. I know that sounds totally cliche but the music lends itself to those vibes.

    I want to see more of both of you. We should go to Charlies again sometime like before we left and definately before The Hold does.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 24/7/06 8:18 am  

  • Haha. Silly me. I called it a "Dog Day" song totally forgetting that there is a version of it on the Husband and Knife CD.

    It was good to see you at Reflections the other night. We should hit up Charlie's sometime before we go. We can celebrate me being unemployed.

    By Blogger crystal, at 26/7/06 1:43 pm  

  • PS- I heard we'll be neighbours soon.

    By Blogger crystal, at 26/7/06 1:43 pm  

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