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It was late on New Years Eve 1997/8 and C & I were the last ones still up when C's drunk neighbor barges in. When he started babbling incoherently, we had to cut a tune. |
Label: tunefilter
Credits: C. Hock, C. Carter, C. Carter's neighbor |
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It's late on a Saturday night, just about everyone has left the dark smoky lounge except you hugging your last drink at the bar, a guitarist, some dude tickling the ivories and some cat snapping his fingers. |
Label: tunefilter
Credits: Savo, C. Hock, D Corbett |
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I brought Coonan down to the Purple Onion to see some good underground music when he was in town, but the band didn't show and Tom avoided everyone much more than he normally does. We had to talk about it when we got back home. |
Label: tunefilter
Credits: C. Hock, J. Coonan |
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