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Old Slowey (August Breaking Even)

from Vagrant Hour by Motel Glory

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lyrics

You were everybody's favorite,
You showed up late one spring,
A scattered thrift store eyesore
Out of nowhere, or so it seemed.
You had an older sister,
But there was no one else
you ever had to get back home to.

You and me, a boombox
on the train bridge in Lando,
Blasting worn cassettes,
and mill-town ghosts
would never show.
Someone else's ruins
gave us something to believe in.
Cicadas and the fireflies,
August breaking even.

What went wrong?
Years stained black shed no light.
It's a long-forgotten song.
I hope you found that peace gone missing.
I hope you laid your burden down.

You'd talk about your mother,
Had no clue where she could be,
Said she'd taken up with vodka
when they stopped the MMT.
You didn't recognize the voice -
the man who phoned that night
saying you'd best get down to Charleston…

Clothes crammed into grocery bags,
Your sister cursed her name,
Off to babysit someone
who never gave a shit,
No sense at all
or at least no sense of shame.
And when the dust had settled,
That last cup of coffee drank,
You burrowed your head
into my chest and sobbed...
No goodbye, just a "thanks".

Once or twice a year -
For no good reason, I’ll drive by,
Same slanted leaky porch,
Same dogwood tree outside.
You always had a dirty joke
and something to confide.
You and me, a boombox...
and that board you used to ride.

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from Vagrant Hour, released October 9, 2015

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