Second Pressing of the record. Comes with an insert. These were printed before Chris Clavin was outed for abuse and sexual assault; as such, they have all the old packaging featuring Plan-It-X. We're sorry about that. For more info: www.facebook.com/ramshackleglory/posts/1547150671995052
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LTD 12" (2nd Pressing, Damaged Sleeve, No Insert)
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Hey all! This is the very end of the Live the Dream 2nd pressing. There will never be a third pressing. The records in these are all fine, the sleeves have bent corners or whatnot, so I'm listing them for cheap.
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Live The Dream CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Comes in a four-panel digipak.
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about
Chronologically, the earliest song in the narrative. This is about getting wasted all the time and being a jerk.
I wrote the first half-verse of lyrics as part of a song for a really old band (Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains). I never recorded or released the song, but someone bootlegged it live once and some people have heard that recording. People write me really weird e-mails about it. One of them seemed to imply that I was not the author of the original song, and stole the lyrics. That was kind of funny.
lyrics
this car is a war machine that runs on nicotine and gasoline. d-d-d-don’t you fucking know this is the wrong side of the road? who needs brakes when it’s all down hill from here? and if we ain’t died yet then maybe we never will. but i don’t wanna burn out, so won’t you please set me on fire again? i woke up afraid of losing everything; thank god that i already have. so if you love me then listen: mind your own fucking business! if you love me enough to stay, then please love me enough to stay…enough to stay away. i swear on my last cigarette that i’d love you my d-d-darling. i’d love you if i could. but since the day i was born, it’s been too late for me to be anything but what i am tonight. and what i am is drunk, and what i am is mean, in your passenger seat. seat belts are for people who have time to die; hell, i don’t even have time to sleep. because i don’t wanna miss a moment of loathing everything that i see. i stay up nights afraid of everything, till all that’s left is the shadows and me. ask me from sunrise to sunset: no, i ain’t left the house yet. i finally love you enough to stay…enough to stay away. aw, shit, i wish i had a job to quit. i wish i had a boss that i could tell to fuck off. give me the satisfaction of a dramatic exit, and not just a long car ride and a short goodbye in a parking lot. (ohohoh.)
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fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309