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Let Every Evil Lung Fill

from The Pottsville Conglomerate by Pete Davis

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Whenever I used to play my drum set I would conceptualize a song that started with just drums and vocals. I tested out some different things at the time, and I'm pretty sure I usually leaned toward something like the intro to this song.

There is a musical allusion to a song I really like by a (now defunct) band called No Knife. It happens in the second half of the instrumental melody when the whole band first joins in (and again later in the song). The No Knife song was called "Minus One."

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We all joined hands and watched you struggling to
Keep your soul afloat, and we sang as it sank, sank, sank.

Hope is nigh high on the riverside.
Would you believe such a lie?
All of the things we never thought we'd say
All of the things we would do anyway

Trade the nights waiting by the light
(You’ll rot inside)
For the forest and the sound it makes when it sleeps

Just over a mile out of town
Oh, right where the pine trees lay
Sullen and strong, fallen of our mistakes
Deep in the woods, together there we shall stay

You tried as hard as you could
But it wasn't good enough
To keep it out
Oh, how it runs from your mouth
Let it drip down your throat

I will do everything I can do
But I can't say everything I can do will be enough
To keep you safe

The things you love are childish things
The dreams you dream are childish dreams
The songs you sing are childish themes
So sleep, my angel, don't you fear a thing

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from The Pottsville Conglomerate, released July 5, 2011

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