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Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – In Lieu Of Flowers (lyrics)

Rain on the roof of your parked carSam. I was fucking afraidI bit the ulcer on my tongueAnd spilled my guts in your driveway I’ve been hollow for so longI figured that’s how I’d stayNo one’s seen me without my clothes onIn almost a decade You said, “Hold on. The wound is gonna mendAnd when Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – In Lieu Of Flowers (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Runnin’ Out Of Excuses (lyrics)

In a snowstorm, I watched the Bills loseIn the playoffs, from the common roomOn the first night I checked inAnother replay, off a lost youthThought it was our year, guess I always doI’m a stranger in my skin I let you down in LAIf there’s a way to fuck it up, I’m gonna find itI’m Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Runnin’ Out Of Excuses (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – I’m An Albatross (lyrics)

When I leave it’s still rainingI walk into the the bar next doorAnd hope someone’ll recognize meOffer to buy me a stiff drinkI’m an albatross, yeah no one doesI stagger to the fast food lobby Drunk and weakI order foodAnd fall asleepAnd the cook wakes me up and asks me to leave Catherine called on Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – I’m An Albatross (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Spitting In The Wind (lyrics)

It never rained in L.A. the whole year that I lived hereBut all day today, it’s pissing down a steady rainAnd Rosa was late, had snuck in through the side doorAnd hugged me so hard, I thought my ribs were gonna break And I’ve had a few drinks to steady the nervesRosa could tell, I Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Spitting In The Wind (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Whiplash (lyrics)

Like a gun in a bibleIt’s a secret I keepWe were prophets on hillsidesBack in London last weekNow, I drive to the main shopIt disappears like a dreamAnd I broke my good handOut here pouring concrete All I do is loseFeels like whiplash on the tarmacWhen I come backIt’s like whiplash Like a dog in Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Whiplash (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties -Alone At St. Luke’s (lyrics)

The graffiti on the wall says “Fuck the Tories”Outside a takeaway, we’re eating on the streetAnd neon in the window makes the shadows on the carsGlow to a pop song they got playing on repeat The shorebirds sound the same hereWhat did I expect?That song’s always playing in my head Spitting curses, hopping fencesBurning out Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties -Alone At St. Luke’s (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Monongahela (lyrics)

It’s been too fucking long. I haven’t seen you since we were kidsAnd I rode a freight train out to come visit you at PittAnd you laugh so loud. Let your hand rest on my knee.I sip on a tonic cause I been trying not to drink And I flash back to us — Monongahela Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Monongahela (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Paying Bills At The End Of The World (lyrics)

No one told the birds the world was endingSo they keep singing like it’s springI walk with Colin after dinnerWe split a coke and watch the sunset do its thing The church around the corner is having service on the lawnAnd drawing pictures on the pavementIn their pastel sidewalk chalkOf doves and palms and cartoon Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Paying Bills At The End Of The World (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Roman Candles (lyrics)

It’s almost dusk, I pull the car from the garageAnd light the oil heater up, to try fight off early marchI put a baseball through the windowSo winters climbing in between the shards The band shows up when everybody’s done their shiftsWe play through the all changes I wrote in marker on my wristAnd we Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Roman Candles (lyrics)

Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Smoking Rooms (lyrics)

Feels like shit to be alone againThe majestic viewsOf these run down green roomsAll the grime and mildew Bad graffiti on the cold cementIn back halls ofAll these struggling rock clubsWhere I’m calling home from I’ll be gone a few weeks, kid. I hope you understand.I made promises. I plan on keeping them.Everybody always leaves, Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties – Smoking Rooms (lyrics)