get yer wet cheeks off my shoulder. this one had to be posted while the weather was still chewin' on your frozen face. mostly somber, usually acoustic, always melodic. solid, consistent, pretty jingles for a parched mouth and a bad back. sit up, lay back down, sit up again, pace around; it's big enough for two but this town just isn't doing it for you anymore. good thing this one has a henrys dress cover on it. and fifteen other rip-and-spits too.
your shoelaces are always the first thing to go in this world