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I wrote this song in fall 2008 while the power was out for a couple of days because of some crazy hurricane like weather that hit the east coast. I feel like I'd write a lot of better music all the time if I wasn't so distracted by the internet and media/television. This song sympathizes with homelessness and sort of came to life in the fact that for a while I wasn't sure where I would call my home and still struggle to. Originally meant to be strictly hip-hop/electronic like a Sublime song but also heavily influenced by Streetlight Manifesto, the White Stripes and a local band called The Frankl Project. Cool.

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It was 30 degrees in a broken home
lights dimmed low looking out the window
I couldn't feel my fingers and I couldn't feel my toes and
the voice inside my head was screamin
(I shouldn't be alone)
The wind singing in the streets a solemn tune for me and you but on the
other side I heard its nicer with the fires burning through
I never recovered from the
sound the bells ring so
I slipped out the door to take a walk and I sing

I took off my cap as I
walked in the door
hung up my coat and took a seat on the floor
The old man looked me in the eyes and then I knew that
anything was possible and that his words were true
"Son you've got a roof over your head and heres some food
I got no trouble with you stayin here as long as you will
tend to my son while I'm out in the shed
take a left at the stairs and you will find your bed."

I woke up next morning to the sound of a drum beating
steady in my head keeping tempo with my thumb
I sat up on the edge and then I walked into the room where
the old man stood holding a shovel and soon we were
walking out back I knew what I had to do and there was
no turning back this job he couldn't do so
I tightened my grip and I dug up a hole there
I buried the pieces what was left of my soul

It was 30 degrees in a broken home
lights dimmed low looking out the window
I couldn't feel my fingers and I couldn't feel my toes and
the voice inside my head was screaming

credits

from There's no Speed Limit in the Grass, released December 22, 2011
Robby Sager: Guitar, Trumpet, Keys, Vocals
Ben Idle: Trombone, Keyboard, Vox
Scott Lewis: Drums, Guitar
Scott Meadows: Guitar, Science
Anthony Weisenberger: Trumpet
Luke Shows: Bass, Vox
Joseph Michael Schultz: Nonsense
Dan Hart: Keys, Vox

Recorded, produced by Alex Fraser, Max Moon and Robosag

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