i'm sick. hey whiskey, why you always do this to me? i’m spinning like a headline and i don't feel goddamn thing. well it's no crying shame. it's no crying shame to be young, stuck, and wandering. i'm slummin' away my time. there's a feeling i can't explain. and the skyline looms so goddamned inviting. and somewhere between you and me there's a city asleep dog-eyed in reverie.
credits
from troika tape,
released July 9, 2013
home-recorded in the bombshelter
portland, or - 2013
mastered by robert bartleson and ryan remains
@ haywire recording