Hazy nights, acoustic guitars
And all the honesty that you could ever hope for
We live like freight trains waiting to be derailed
Like filthy angels we sang
Our dirty voices ripe with cigarettes
Whiskey and beer
I don't think I've ever seen
So much hope and pain
Raw human yearning
We burned and it kept us warm
We danced like bastards
And we laughed like brothers
Screaming like we didn't care
And we truly didn't
Within the confines
Of those small rooms
We may as well have been gods
Or maybe just a million miles away
For those night
When you would have had to fight
To tear the smiles from our lips
We owe it to Bushmills and small rooms.
credits
from Bullet EP,
released March 15, 2004
Summer of '92 on this recording:
Jason Dwyer • vocals, acoustic guitar
Matt Coverly • bass guitar, piano
Produced by Summer of '92. Recorded and mixed by Scott Komer, December 2003 at Parkhill Project, Oakville ON. Mastered by Alan Douches, February 2004 at West West Side Music, Tenasly NJ.
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