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written on a lonely, just-about-homeless, sub-zero February night after a friend had died of a drug overdose. |
CD: tree
Label: King Bappy Records
Credits: Jeffrey Hayes |
Story Behind the Song
written on a lonely, just-about-homeless, sub-zero February night after a friend had died of a drug overdose. Recorded on cassette in my old, crappy, one room place in the center of a stone cold city.
Lyrics
news spread like wild fire
word came down the line, phone
another fellow patriot
has returned to his home
bridging smiling sadness
with their vague disasters
a quest beyond
the realm of ever after
take my strength my brother, one
and let the truth be known
that all the fellow patriots
have returned to their homes
what you get is what you see
that's what I know from where I've been
I take it slow, keep good company
I know what I've got to get
what I need
well, rest yourself in foreign ways
you are new on loan
all the fellow patriots
have returned to their homes
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