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The '95 Sound

by Latin For Truth

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1.
I’ll plagiarize you cause you’ve written what seems to works put a leash on your tongue so I can speak with confidence We can pretend to laugh till we get what we need We can fake a smile till our nausea peaks I will never write anything as well as you’ve written me there’s nowhere we won’t go I’ll kill everyone you know so our town can forget you pencil you in the linear notes gravestones wasted in our fans bedrooms We can pretend to laugh till we get what we need We can fake a smile till our nausea peaks I will never write anything as well as you’ve written me there’s nowhere we won’t go cruel moon beams keeping my back cool tell me when my friends plan deceit
2.
I want to tour anartica, box polar bears for gas/ the irony is it’s more promising than booking in Birmingham/ city kids just don’t give a shit, why do we love these shows/ we pay bills and quit our jobs, we don’t care we’re fucking broke/ sorry, sorry, you’d never book us anyway/ sorry, sorry, you don’t approve/ sorry, sorry, you’d never book us anyway/ sorry, sorry, you don’t approve/ new city, new cold floor, and mall punks to mock my band/ of course I’m as happy as a pig bleeding to death/ I joke on you like I joke on me and my oldest friends/ you’re not above my humor even with these benediction trends/ sorry, sorry, you’d never book us anyway/ sorry, sorry, you don’t approve/ sorry, sorry, you’d never book us anyway/ sorry, sorry, you don’t approve/ booking hell is hell in itself/ you’re cool like Christmas eve/ booking hell is hell in itself/ long live your scene/ got a head full of problems/ you’re just another name on my list/ give me time, give us a chance/ watch us be the ones who are missed/
3.
good times hit black ice you stepped in and dried the lake we slide twelve hours home for once the clouds kept the rain you saved us from an empty gas tank(die ohio), you kept us positive(die ohio), we drove all night(die ohio), blessed by open ears(die ohio)
4.
I compared myself to guilded lilies, reflections in a urinal/ lately I sympathize and pen fast verses for their lives/ in school you looked regal with your nose so far north/ in four years, we became the same/ there used to be a marching band in your legs, now there’s broken drum sticks at your feet. Two sick birds, one small worm, where did we divide/ I’m a witness to the line/ like a stain on the shore where the level was/ I’m marked by the cast of sewage/ I blame me/ for my short sight/ we could’ve changed/ but it’s easier to stare/

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Recorded in 2009 in Augusta, Georgia.

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released March 20, 2014

Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Chris Peoples

Lyrics by Charles Hastings
Music by Latin For Truth

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