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Some May Have Found It Quaint

from Smalltowns by Nathan Richards

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lyrics

barely remember that night
out on the lawn til the east started leaking light
shouting aloft at the chimney pots
"you sons of bitches’ll never get me in here"

i must’ve fallen asleep at the farm
under the branches, out of reach of the flickering warmth
i woke up angry and confused as i’m often prone to do
and flung my half-drunk beer at the telephone wire
as i staggered home alone i thought of maybe getting going
but this town still remembers my name

smoking cigarettes up on the fire escape
that transformer blew its load - a lawsuit fireworks display
since then that block’s burned down, strewn nostalgic on the ground
but that town still remembers our names

i must have fallen asleep at the bar
woke up drooling on my sleeve in the back seat of your car
sweating death into my collar for the sun to cake as shame
but that town is pretty good at that game

i’ll miss the graveyard and the fog at five AM
i’ll miss taking every step knowing exactly where i am
i miss getting drunk at lunch and climbing back up to the roof
patching that town that still remembers my name

this one’s for all the girls i never kissed
but in retrospect much more for the finger-full i did
so few know their part in the gin-soaked rural heart 
of the town that still remembers my name

none of this looks any good on the resumes we keep re-writing
none of this gains any ground on the self-addressed arguments i keep fighting

i’m not sure what i think of the city
it’s pretty fun but after a while fun gets to feeling pretty shitty
i packed up and left so that some cold hard place could make a bad joke out of me
(no matter how long i stay and no matter what my ways
i’m sure this town will never even learn my name)
and it did, and it wasn’t funny
just like we all knew it wasn’t going to be
"someone had better call an ambulance
cause you’ve been lying on the lawn
screaming at the rooftops since daybreak"

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from Smalltowns, released July 13, 2020
Written and performed by Nathan Richards with:
Albert Lionais - Drums and eternal patience
Carolyn Boudreau - Vocals

Recorded and mixed by Nathan Richards, Albert Lionais and Mark Dolmont
Mastered by Mark Dolmont

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Nathan Richards Boularderie Centre, Nova Scotia

Somewhat bipedal animal with nostalgic tendencies and a musical history of very small, very loud rooms.

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