On the Regrettable turning of Lost Boys into Men

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lyrics

Hey there, on the run, dressed in mirrors reflecting the sun,
Lying in the road. It seems dangerous.
Hey there, in the crowd, disavowing all that you had vowed.
Talking to the moon. It seems dangerous.

Hey there, at the ball, weren't we all just predestined to fall?
This is where the madness starts, put my hand around your heart
& make it rain.

Hey there in the clay, working day after glorious day,
Drinking your dignity blind. It seems dangerous.

Gambol with the blamed, not the righteousness of the unclaimed.
Here is where your troubles end, we shall weep and not defend
The wicked rain.

White Girl carving a sigil, in the crook of her arm.
Tattoo of her ex-lover bleeds, but she never meant him any harm.
White girl prays to sparrows. white girl prays to death.
White girl curses the lord on high, underneath her shallow breath.
White Girl drunk in your home at night, & fights with you, until you're...
White girl tell you your fortune, & the price that you pay her is steep.
White girl uses a camera, to take your picture while you sleep.
(You tell) White Girl Your Secrets, & then become afraid.
(But)White Girl teach you to revel in, all the White Girls you betrayed.
White girl mocking the locks you plied, & the Limeys cried when you got laid.
Laid.
Laid.

Hey there, on the roof, you're gonna show them whose truth is the truth.
Flying so high, it seems dangerous.

Hey there, WhatsYourName. let me teach you the meaning of shame.
Slip between my open thighs as I cover up your eyes
& make it rain.

credits

from The Lost Parade, released January 9, 2014
Written by Ricardo Zegri & Heidi Wohlwend
Spitshine: Guitar, lead vocals
Doodles LaRue: Melodeon, lead vocals
Reverend McCubbin: Lap steel, vocals
Dr. Benjo: Bass, vocals
Megan Tucker: Baritone & Alto sax
Mark L. Donnelly: Tenor Sax
Scott Knipplemeir: Trombone
Bryn Tucker: Violin

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5 Cent Coffee Vallejo, California

5 Cent Coffee is a 4 piece post modern jug band full of grit and carnival hokum. We play original songs set in the dusty American tradition of travelling circuses and rail riders down on their luck. With soaring vocals, sometimes two accordions, sometimes two ukuleles, washboard and junk percussion, our sound is big and brash but soft and mournful, and always compelling. ... more

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