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Peter, Paul, and Mary, Bjorn, and John

by small graves

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Tracing names of the dead You read left In wet cement Sometimes the words Don’t mend The cracks in the concrete Falling for Every trick You’ve got Hidden up your sleeve But it won’t matter much After all, it’s such a stupid game Hey! So say it like you mean it Pour out your heart and soul Bask in all the glory Until the cracks, They start to show John and Linda fled, You said, Off to Paris, France A Crowe in Connecticut Took flight A chance to start again Wore out your Welcome fast New York, A place to start again But it won’t matter much When your life is just a stupid game. Hey! So say it like you mean it Pour out your heart and soul Bask in all the glory Until the cracks, They start to show (E: Go ahead and tell me your name I’m not inclined to) (J: With all your chances Have you ever found a way out?) (Ed: Take, take, take what’s been coming to you Fake, fake, fake what you’re going through Mistake, mistake, mistake what you thought you knew Slip through your hands like I’m vapor) With all your chances Have you ever found a way out? Hey! So say it like you mean it Pour out your heart and soul Bask in all the glory Until the cracks, They start to show Oh Until the cracks, They start to show
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Tracing names of the dead You read left In wet cement Sometimes the words Don’t mend The cracks in the concrete Falling for Every trick You’ve got Hidden up your sleeve But it won’t matter much After all, it’s such a stupid game Hey! So say it like you mean it Pour out your heart and soul Bask in all the glory Until the cracks, They start to show John and Linda fled, You said, Off to Paris, France A Crowe in Connecticut Took flight A chance to start again Wore out your Welcome fast New York, A place to start again But it won’t matter much When your life is just a stupid game. Hey! So say it like you mean it Pour out your heart and soul Bask in all the glory Until the cracks, They start to show (E: Go ahead and tell me your name I’m not inclined to) (J: With all your chances Have you ever found a way out?) (Ed: Take, take, take what’s been coming to you Fake, fake, fake what you’re going through Mistake, mistake, mistake what you thought you knew Slip through your hands like I’m vapor) With all your chances Have you ever found a way out? Hey! So say it like you mean it Pour out your heart and soul Bask in all the glory Until the cracks, They start to show Oh Until the cracks, They start to show

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The fifth single from the forthcoming album, "irregular." Featuring a remix by Odd McCoy

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released March 29, 2024

words: Eric Zrinsky
music: small graves
remix: Todd Mecaughey

Recorded and Mixed by Kyle Pulley at Headroom Studios, Philadelphia
www.headroom.studio
Assistant Engineering by Jackie Milestone and Nkozi Cole

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small graves Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

small graves creates a frenzied mix of Iron Chic and Japandroids anthemic punk rock with a healthy dose of indie rock sincerity from bands like Tokyo Police Club and Death Cab for Cutie. Add to that the raw, gritty sound of 90s alt-rock bands like The Toadies and Silverchair, and you get a sound that feels nostalgic and familiar while tilling new sonic grounds. ... more

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