Immediate download of Swallow Song in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Love,
Wes
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I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the workers of Barcelona's transit system for "readjusting fluids" on their subway car, platform and trashcan. Still, the night before that…
lyrics
The bus stop to the trash can is the single longest mile. The morning so hung over and it only tastes of bile. Playing sixties singers loudly, but I won't be singing no Swallow Song. And last night, she looked alright, considering, you know…The language barriers were nothing that hands couldn't handle. But I disappointed Vashti cause Italians don't sing no swallow song.
Jeans, when you left me, I was doubled-up. If you gave a fuck, I don't know. The rivers we crossed to get here, doubled-up and over. Look online in the morning to see where I was, I look online in the morning to see who I was.
Conservation of mass, and concentration on ash, we’re all over. But the principle’s that someone’s getting down about now. We had it, I lost it, called me a fag in the Czech Republic, you pay for what you get on those overnight trains. And I regret that I can’t crack the code to your Italian brain. First in, first out, a lover in London who left me down. A Belgian brew, a shattered glass, a Viennese crypt you can put me in again.
The plane ride home, the girls I’d phone if I ever touch down, if I ever hit SFO, you know it’s the only way to go, though I know, I know we got San Jo and Oakland, tell me when we’re home, man, tell me if we’re ever gonna get back home. So we make do, and we make two, you tell me all the things that you think I’m gonna do but I’m gone, you’re wrong. I’ll be singing swallow songs.