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Susquehanna.

from Good Friday Eggs. by Public Disco Porch

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  • 12" Vinyl EP
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    This item is available for preorder. All items in your cart will ship on or around Aug 23rd 2023. This date is subject to change due to reasons beyond our control, and you may receive this product after its official release date.

    Deluxe 12" vinyl version of the upcoming EP 'Good Friday Eggs.' hand cut in America on clear vinyl. Side A includes the 4 tracks as they appear on streaming services, however side B is the same order of songs, performed + recorded in unique and special locations in-and-around the York, Pennsylvania area exclusively available only on vinyl.

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lyrics

I had to drive,
to my mother's church in the morning.
I had to hide out, by the graves for way too long.
For I wasn't buying,
all the service that some lips gave out.
It was eroded,
all the faith I had in hoping,
I would be used up as the grandest of falloons.
Now I'm prying restoration from holy ground.
Is it the forest,
by the river's mouth?
Is it the ballroom,
where your hair came down?
Is it the rager,
by your cousin's house?
It may be all things,
in the town where we'll tough it out.

Here lies a totem,
of the faith I had in hope.
How 'bout some AI?
here to take away your lungs.
Here to iconize,
here to re-recognize that we're suckered in quick.
Dig up the notion that there's something very needed,
deep in the lipids of the bruise I got at Reid.
Are we our problem?
Are we autonomous?
Heathens sent to keep it.

Is it the forest,
by the river's mouth?
Is it the ballroom,
where your hair came down?
Is it the rager,
by your cousin's house?
It may be all things,
in the town where we'll tough it out.

There's an orchard at the top of the hill,
past the honey and Dave's grave.
I almost caught you,
drifting a mile away on an eel-weir,
where the water's low.
Now, is it often?
Tell me it softly, take all my worship to that Susquehanna teal.
Where Sweet Xtine is sloppin' a boogie,
and I'm in a bent way on I-83.

So give 'em all your rope.
Give 'em all your rope.

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from Good Friday Eggs., released June 23, 2023

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