Written and recorded on Saturday, June 9 2012, between 4:00 PM and 7:00 PM, in the St Johns neighborhood of Portland, Oregon.
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I've lost my voice at last
But words are coming still
I sit and watch them pass
And all my friends have better jobs
And all my kids are growing up
And why's my car parked in a ditch
While all my friends are getting hitched
Love is not a pill
to take every eight hours
but a reckless, raging swell,
a thousand year-old tide,
that ebbs and flows until
it carves a smooth divide
released 12 June 2012
For the people that have made Oregon into a home for me.
To Dustin, for letting me use your guitars.
To Lucas, for letting me stay in your house.
To Frank, for being a shadow creature only posing as a cerebral kineval.
To all of you for inspiring me to make music that afternoon.