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• Artiste: Casey Neill and the Norway Rats
• Titre: Guttered
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smoking lucky strikes in a snow covered graveyard you watch your breath spill into the air the night gives no shelter & the wind it cuts through you and you look up at the sky & swear at the winter stars and their indifference to you dizzy from the drink and that shaky homegrown you pull your wool hat over your eyes and lean against a headstone ain't it like that when you're guttered & there is no where to go ain't it like that when you're guttered you walk the graveyard in the snow all you've ever loved & lost is there to read on your skin just like the hobo's the bare knuckle boxers, sailors and the union men it's songs we sang in fury and glory the music that defines where we stand at basement shows and dark dingy bars, all the feedback & broken up bands once again you're guttered & the chilly winds do blow once again you're guttered you walk the graveyard in the snow you said you'd be heading south, the country's getting scary & you need to get clear this city's too cold, it's people too blind, too much comfort & too much fear me I still cling to the things that once fueled us, In on The Kill Taker, Cometbus & Unrest am I wild or tame? hardcore or lame? a wandering fool or a heart at rest? a wandering fool or a heart at rest? oh no I'm just guttered & I still carry the flame oh no I'm just guttered, & can't remember my own name once again I'm guttered, just trying to do my best am I wild or tame? hardcore or lame? a wandering fool or a heart at rest? a wandering fool