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All the Pretty Things

by The Wandering

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Pretty Girls Make Graves (UK) Hugo says he’s gonna burn the whole school down. Pretty girls make graves, and all I need is polyester. And Spastic Jones say, Our prospects are looking dim. A change in the forecast, this ain’t about the weather. You go the cellar and I’ll bring a match. You ain’t gonna see me on no assembly line packing fish into a can. And no one gonna steal my jelly; gonna call me a hero. Five long years, and you the only friend I got. And Mama’s not gonna see me wearing little girl’s clothes in the kitchen. I ain’t getting me no room in no juvenile hotel division… I’m not buying no postcards. I’m not buying no pigeons. I am the rule, this ain’t no exception— (Oh, baby, please…) Hugo says he gonna set the world on fire. But concrete weighs more than his dreams. “And why’d it go wrong? Something’s always going wrong.” This is I call a higher education. And Mama’s not gonna see me wearing little girl’s clothes in the kitchen. I ain’t getting me no room in no juvenile hotel division… I’m not buying no postcards. I’m not buying no pigeons. I am the rule, this ain’t no exception— (Oh, baby, please…)
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Pretty Girls Make Graves (UK) Hugo says he’s gonna burn the whole school down. Pretty girls make graves, and all I need is polyester. And Spastic Jones say, Our prospects are looking dim. A change in the forecast, this ain’t about the weather. You go the cellar and I’ll bring a match. You ain’t gonna see me on no assembly line packing fish into a can. And no one gonna steal my jelly; gonna call me a hero. Five long years, and you the only friend I got. And Mama’s not gonna see me wearing little girl’s clothes in the kitchen. I ain’t getting me no room in no juvenile hotel division… I’m not buying no postcards. I’m not buying no pigeons. I am the rule, this ain’t no exception— (Oh, baby, please…) Hugo says he gonna set the world on fire. But concrete weighs more than his dreams. “And why’d it go wrong? Something’s always going wrong.” This is I call a higher education. And Mama’s not gonna see me wearing little girl’s clothes in the kitchen. I ain’t getting me no room in no juvenile hotel division… I’m not buying no postcards. I’m not buying no pigeons. I am the rule, this ain’t no exception— (Oh, baby, please…)
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Tattoos 06:16
Tattoos She traces the scars of her faded tattoos, says, Why’s it the pretty things always cut you? We listen to cars, slick one-lane road, I could tell her it’ll be OK but we both know it won’t. Outside these windows, these January storms, don’t help much at all. Sitting naked on this motel floor, listening to the rain come down at night And tomorrow, I’ll wonder where she’s gone and who’s taking my place tonight? Outside these windows, this hobo parade don’t seem like fun. I want to burst out like a bandit till cops come in on a raid cold rain a discount baptism, and I watch as they take her away. You’ll be a song I put in a letter, a story about a man tap dancing on a grave. the chemical push in a soundless forever, and the best mistake I ever made. These hands don’t work like they used to; and these cigarettes don’t calm me down. And outside these windows these haunting harbor lights are calling me home Outside these windows, baby, I can’t find my way home. These days, I don’t make too many promises because I’ll only let myself down, like when I think what could’ve been or when I watch the trains leave this town.
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The follow-up to Down on the Farm sees the original band returning with the incomparable Michael Urbano on drums.

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released June 16, 2015

Joe Clifford -- Vocals, guitar
Jarrett Cooper -- Keyboards, vocals
Joe Dean -- Lead guitar
Tom Mitchell -- Bass
Michael Urbano -- Drums

Recorded and engineered by Ryan Massey, Sharkbite Studios, Oakland, CA

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The Wandering San Francisco, California

The Wandering are a San Francisco alt-country/rock/punk band (depending on the year), led by novelist and songwriter Joe Clifford with any number of the following: Jarrett Cooper, Joe Dean, "Big" Tom Mitchell, Franz Nicolay, Mattt Rossoff, Kevin Seidel, Krishna Feeney, Michael Urbano, and Erik Zalkin. ... more

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