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London, Tennessee

from Ice Eaters by Matt Oleksa

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Born stuck, in the muck—cigarette in my mouth
Buds—dead, or in my head, or on a boat back south
Could be the end, always could’ve been, and anyway it’s gettin' late
Pretty soon if not moon then noon through the gate
I'm going

East bound—London, Tennessee
Everyone around know nothin’ about me
East bound—London, Tennessee
Everyone around know nothin’ about me

Names change, rearrange in patterns on the page
Praised, puffed canaries stuff canaries in a cage
Life fulfilled if filled with things like a finger through a ring
Pretty nice, comes with ice, don’t mean a thing
I'm going

East bound—London, Tennessee
Everyone around know nothin’ ‘bout me
East bound—London, Tennessee
Everyone around know nothin’ ‘bout me

By the rule, to the school—fools rushing in
Stumbling out—half about—where endings begin
Tally ho! What do you know! It’s the Vice President
Back from bender, returnin' sender and the sender was what was sent
I'm going

East bound—London, Tennessee
Everyone around know nothin’ ‘bout me
East bound—London, Tennessee
Everyone around know nothin’ ‘bout me

East bound—London, Tennessee
Everyone around know nothin’ ‘bout me
East bound—London, Tennessee
Everyone around know nothin’ ‘bout me

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from Ice Eaters, released June 21, 2015
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitars, percussion, race car
Kevin Bass: bass, vibraphone
Erik Roget: drums
Bridget Brennan: vocals

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