"Magnets" genre: Folk
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	My good friend Dave Mirabella asked me to write the lyrics to this melodic masterpiece of his, and was gracious enough to let me post it on my page. Click the links tab to hear more of daves magic.
	Credits: Dave Mirabella wrote, played and recorded all the music. I just added the words.
	Story Behind the Song Dave and I go all the way back to a tiny Fitchburg State College dorm room full of cigarette and marijuana smoke, two guitars, and a Led Zep cover muddied jam. He plays a guitar the way I wish I could. We put one short lived band together a few years ago and still get together occasionally for a saturday afternoon of swapping tunes, and jamming his extensive Pink Floyd repertoire. We generally end up hacking through the entirety of The Wall or Final Cut until I'm too drunk to play, or he's too late for work. The last time we got together he gave me a CD with the music to this song and asked me to throw down some words. I'm hoping next time he brings more CDs. Lyrics The coffee's two days old, Cigarettes and toast, A warm beer to get your head well, A cold kitchen is the poet's hell. Magnets on the ice-box To keep your friends around, The pictures and the post cards That the wind keeps tearing down. One day, This will all seem sane to you. And the typewriter taps As the telephone rings, You'll call them all back After the drunk kicks in. But morning finds you staring at the fridge.

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