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the coldest winter in 17 years
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DFW indie folk outfit fronted by Jonah Pascal.
and . for the rest, it means more to me than anything that these songs to you have meant . love always, lawton (jonah) ok this is the thing i do, everybody has their own "thing" you know, i've got some friends for example some like to scribble in journals or make collages, i know some people who play basketball, some people who decorate aquariums, who babysit, its not really a matter of honor or payment or amusement or even plain killing time its just singing the true song of your soul. i'm eighteen years old, i'm slightly nearsighted, i like to wear stripes, i hate the way certain words sound and i would like to sing for you, if you like these, feel free to burn them to cds for your own private pleasure or order official copies ($1 each) from . four sample songs four more sample songs good friday's label. order cds for $1 each here.
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #210
Peak in subgenre #36
Author
j. pascal
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2006
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February 21, 2006
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:57
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it is a songless and sceneless tragedy the humiliations of the night a muted calamity that bites my tongue i have watched my country accept starvation as their god and i know our death will go as quietly as it comes if we were taken in an earthquake or an unforeseen hurricane i'd've said it was the will of the lord but we didn't die as rebels we never did care to resist our great insurgency was putting our pedals to the floor if we'd died out in a war i'd say "we were caught in the wind" and i'd've taken comfort in the angel's wings but we were a silent joyful people who were smiling at the day that same day smiling back as it began to sting and it's a songless, sceneless tragedy the humiliations of the night the coldest winter in seventeen years i have watched my country accept starvation as their god the ends coming without argument or tears.
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