Like it was when we were called the boys, camper nights and acoustic joy. Brazzy boy you had the choice. The honest road or the easy ploy you made it so don't annoy.
Like it was before the drifting like my life is simply sifting. Where my soul has gone up missing and the dark parts are left to kiss me. Left there to thrash and hit me.
A century of memories sparking time my brain a machine of flashing lights a last call bar on Friday night
Like it was before these papers smoking words from revelations the porch I stood in temptation of the brunette girl on vacation. With every man she leaves so vacant.
Like it was in party zones where upstairs meant your running home. Or your up there roasting endless bowls, that's me...
hearing moans from the home run hall and imagining her behind the blood dripped walls. Until the frat guy asks who's holding the piece I'm in the middle seat giving a speech his voice in spite the mic please.
'cause I don't belong here wheres Corey's at this guy keeps pouring me glasses of jack packing rounds of blue dream least he calls it that. I've smoked better from a preemy batch.
This EP is written by one of my best friends, and a brother of mine (Andrew Costantino), it kept me writing my album and should be listened to by everyone. So take the time and do yourself a favor. Brother Sam
Benoît Pioulard continues his series of diary-entry albums with this trio of songs, the proceeds from which will go to his medical expenses. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2016
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