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Mistral 2000

by Good Air

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lyrics

Do you the know the difference between
what patience means to me and those who lean on
led-on drama queens? I'd take a week to lose it.
They ruffle feathers for years.

He'll practice weeknights, strumming with a pick or postcard
1187 SaMo Boulevard or something.
The spilled beer runs the napkin ink.

And it all sounds the same.
With a slightly different name.

I wanna take you to the bar with tatted up bellies,
Closets chock full of rock'n'roll skellies,
Sweat like the pigs strung up in the delis,
Hit the dance floor with the Jagr cellies.
We're 26 years away from the day
But cars seem to speed and brake all the same.
Your cheeks, red lights, aglow in the night.
I think I feel it now and I think it feels right.

And like the long arm of the lawn
I'm green for you,
Snaking through this city,
Bringing me right back to-

Me: alone, plaid-clad, Spring weather hot on my neck.
You: a ghost the east coast could never expect-
A lesson of mine (the unloving kind),
Heartbeat syncing to the pops in your spine.

Lightheaded blood lust stroke for stroke
Like a thousand hour class in who (or how) to choke.
I'll double down to stave off regret.
You're not one to hedge your bets.

I wanna take you to the bar with tatted up bellies,
Closets chock full of rock'n'roll skellies,
Sweat like the pigs strung up in the delis,
Hit the dance floor with the Jagr cellies.
We're 26 years away from the day
But hearts seem to seethe and break all the same.
Your cheeks, red lights, aglow in the night.
I think I feel it now and I think it feels right.

This feels right.

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released January 3, 2018
everything by Stephen Marsiano

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