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A song about brazenness' uncertainty, and fate's hinging upon choice. Written in a taco shop and a garage.

lyrics

She said "I can't understand why you're talking
in rhymes while withholding the reason for being
together like one perfect angel falling through
shining celestial symbols of something you meant.”

"It's hard to say when I last saw you like this,"
She says as she caresses my broken-down wits
And I laugh at her subtle imitation of me
hurling phrases at thin-air passers-by

What do we do when I'm gone?
Every road points to the phone
We won’t see the outcome until I let go

She said "I can't understand why you think
like a crumbled old man with the audacity
to answer quite clearly the reason I've fallen down
through the doorway where I let you go..."

credits

from Sounds From the Parallel Present, released August 3, 2010
D-Frank: vocals, percussion, programming
Nate Berg: guitar, bass, keys, vocals, percussion
Mike Baker: drums

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The LeBarons Los Angeles, California

Nate Berg, Daniel Frankeberger,
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