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Niece's First Date

by Gay Uncle with a Shotgun

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1.
Maria 04:41
I'm sorry Maria I just couldn't be the sober solider you were looking for. You know I fell down a whole flight of stairs the night you kicked me out of your door? And I never ever saw you again after that. All thanks to the bottle and the battle we had. I lost you and I lost my mind. I lost you and I lost my mind. Maria, woah, you were right all along. You were right all along. Maria, woah, you were right all along. You were right all along. Woah. And now I keep on seeing you, I just moved down the street from the apartment where you used to live. The way you'd great me out on your porch, looking all pretty and smiling. And I never mean to compromise your smile that day. All because I couldn't put the fucking bottle away. I lost you and I lost my way. I love you and I lost my way. Maria, woah, you were right all along. You were right all along. Maria, woah, you were right all along. You were right all along. Woah. Maria, woah, you were right all along. You were right all along. Maria, woah, you were right all along. It doesn't matter now it's been too long. Maria. Maria. It doesn't matter now it's been too long. Maria. Maria. It doesn't matter now it's been too long. Maria. Maria. You were right all along.
2.
I was born in a home. In a home. In a home. In a home, I grew up in that home. In that home. In that home. In that home. I was raised there. I was raised there. I was raised there. I was raised there. I grew old in that home. In that home. In that home. In that home. I will die in that home. In that home. In that home. In that home. I'll be buried there. I'll be buried there. I'll be buried there. I'll be buried there. Ooh.
3.
It's a long dirt road. It's a long dirt road. But I'll run it whole. Because I don't want you to go. It's a cold black night. It's a cold black night. And I won't be alright. Until you're in my sight. So won't you see my spineless back, why don't you jump right onto it? I will carry you on home if you promise not to split. Oh if I have to run this road again I'll take the two of us off a cliff. It's a long dirt road. It's a long dirt road. And I'll run it whole. Because I don't want you to go. If my legs could talk. If my legs could talk. They scream please stop. Or at least just walk. So won't you see my spineless back, why don't you jump right onto it? I will carry you on home if you promise not to split. Oh if I have to run this road again I'll take the two of us off a cliff. So won't you see my spineless back, why don't you jump right onto it? I will carry you on home if you promise not to split. Oh if I have to run this road again I'll take the two of us off a cliff.
4.
My anxiety is out of control, out of control, out of control. My anxiety is out of control, and no pill is going to help me out. My depression is taking a toll, taking a toll, taking a toll. My depression is taking a toll, and I can't get out of bed now. And all of my grades are slipping, slipping, slipping. All of my grades are slipping, on down to the ground.
5.
My Soul 03:04
I hope my friends cancel our plans I don't want to have no conversations. My throat almost entirely closed. Time to take this gin and burn a new hole all on my own. My baby's gone and it won't be long before I lose my goddamn mind. I'll leave a trail of hell on my tail, make a big old mess and leave it all behind. Wooooo. Ohhhhh. Give me back my soul. Well I can't stand the nature of man, the knife in my back was held by it's hands. My women's heart is to severe my heart then take a step back and watch me fall apart. I got nothing to do, my boss gave me the boot. I guess I'm on time to sit and think about you. This whiskeys made to blurry my brain, I'll drink so much I'll loose touch and go insane. Wooooo. Ohhhhh. Give me back my soul. Wooooo. Ohhhhh. Give me back my soul. Wooooo. Ohhhhh. Give me back my soul.
6.
Somebody died, somebody died, poor little boy was a friend of mine, somebody died. There was blood, there was blood, flowing down Boylston, there was blood. Held her hand, held her hand, watching the news at quarter past ten, I held her hand. Copley Square, Copley Square, poor little girl lost her hair, Copley Square. Somebody died, somebody died, poor little boy was a friend of mine, somebody died. There was blood, there was blood, flowing down Boylston, there was blood. Held her hand, held her hand, watching the news at quarter past ten, I held her hand. Copley Square, Copley Square, poor little girl lost her hair, Copley Square. Somebody died, somebody died, poor little boy was a friend of mine.

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released July 1, 2021

Kristie Bezreh
JT Marchant
Nicole Kaveny
Andrew Lasky
Tim Mcglaughlin
Sean McSweeney
Amelia Woodbury

Recorded, mixed, and mastered at the Porta Potty Dumpster House
Produced By JT Marchant

All original music written by Gay Uncle with a Shotgun

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