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I Remember Me
05:44
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Unmade and made right with anything,
I want to blur my eyes just shy enough,
until I'm two shapes or one shudder,
who's telling what's what?
Whether I'm rare, a memorized awry, the fourth of July.
Whether I'm there in a Chevrolet sulfide, memorial try,
shelling warnings like a guarantee of an aim and a sudden shout.
I'm the calloused side of an ornamental insignia,
I'm the hit you'd want more than anything,
the counting back from or until I say "three".
I'm a tassel tied on, all sentimental by knots,
then a hi-fi of what I knew you could be,
"is it IA next year?", is it, "I still remember me".
A new way to say just about everything,
is it "terrified" or "I swear I'm not",
is it "shit man, I think I love her" then not giving a fuck.
Second I'm sure and settled in Hawkeye with a handle like her.
Second I'm worse and drawing up design of making me hurt,
shelling warning like the way they mean with an aim and a sudden shout.
I'm the calloused side of an ornamental insignia,
I'm the hit you'd want more than anything,
the counting back from or until I say "three".
I'm a tassel tied on, all sentimental by knots,
then a hi-fi of what I knew you could be,
"is it IA next year?", is it, "I still remember me".
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Unmade and made right with anything,
I want to blur my eyes just shy enough,
until I'm two shapes or one shudder,
who's telling what's what?
Whether I'm rare, a memorized awry, the fourth of July.
Whether I'm there in a Chevrolet sulfide, memorial try,
shelling warnings like a guarantee of an aim and a sudden shout.
I'm the calloused side of an ornamental insignia,
I'm the hit you'd want more than anything,
the counting back from or until I say "three".
I'm a tassel tied on, all sentimental by knots,
then a hi-fi of what I knew you could be,
"is it IA next year?", is it, "I still remember me".
A new way to say just about everything,
is it "terrified" or "I swear I'm not",
is it "shit man, I think I love her" then not giving a fuck.
Second I'm sure and settled in Hawkeye with a handle like her.
Second I'm worse and drawing up design of making me hurt,
shelling warning like the way they mean with an aim and a sudden shout.
I'm the calloused side of an ornamental insignia,
I'm the hit you'd want more than anything,
the counting back from or until I say "three".
I'm a tassel tied on, all sentimental by knots,
then a hi-fi of what I knew you could be,
"is it IA next year?", is it, "I still remember me".
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Small Houses Austin, Texas
Small Houses is a Austin, TX based indie/folk project featuring the songs and poems of Flint, MI native Jeremy Quentin. Artfully crafted finger-style guitar playing, and softly sung melodies describing the people, love, and homes of Quentin’s life.
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