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• Artiste: Hanalei
• Titre: Twilight Gleam
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From the mouth of the west to the belly of the Midwest on January 12th we had good reasons the weather's always nice, but you had to pay the price and everything in our lives was lacking season scene snobs and temp jobs, earthquakes and summer fog the Golden State stopped shining when Lincoln showed us diamonds boxes in the van and nice shows through the heartland we left the apathy of I-80 for the promise of Dan Ryan pulled in to your big gray arms on a frostbitten Monday morning beer bruised and dead tired oh, I hadn't felt so alive in years Central Park and Wrightwood, we helped gentrify the neighborhood the basement we moved into had a carpet full of bloodstains there were mice in the walls and roaches in the halls and the winter wind crept in through the cracks beneath the window panes the first night we juiced livers up at the Diversey River and I quit quitting smoking when I opened up my eighth beer by the end of the week I had a job at the punk club down the street and my first shift ended with the blizzard of the year it was coming down hard just after midnight and I went out drunk dancing in the slow-globed alleys I fell down, laughing in the cold and white, underneath the street lights oh, I hadn't felt so warm in years