Take an order and follow it. Take an order and swallow it. Your belly's got nothing inside except a piece of bread an all your pride. And if you've lost all hope there are exciting new ways to be a misanthrope, we can all drown separately in same great big dirty sea. That machine in your chest keeps on going, is so useless. I guess we're going to have to learn to love this mess we're in. But I digress, don't feel bad, this is the last good time we'll ever have. The poets are being questioned. Strike every beautiful thing from the record. The soul is just a ghost inside a machine that serves the soup and keeps the kitchen clean. The captain's mad, the ship is lost, but the band keeps playing on and on and on and on....
from To The Wolves
track released April 16, 2009
Adrienne Hatkin-banjo, vocals. Paul Seely-drums, trumpet. Justin Fowler and Judy DeHoogh-percussion.
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