After a long night shift, the ride home usually calls for some Tycho, maybe a little Van Morrison or my grandfathers old tape cassette of John Denver. Morning shifts on the other hand, well for whatever reason lately theyve been calling for madness; Agoraphobic Nosebleed (Agorapacolypse), Number 12 Looks Like You (Mongrel), a little Every Time I Die (Hot Damn!), and a touch of some old school Underoath (Changing of Times), Fear Before the March of Flames (Always Open Mouth), hell even a little love from the Blood Brothers (Crimes) Good morning suckas! Except you Colorado Blvd, you can just chill out with the bullshit for a hot minute. But some things never get better, Like used cars and bad livers.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 12:37:33 +0000
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