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in.

from Cain by The Dirty Words

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Warmth of bodies, talking, watching,
waiting for the band to play.
You came up in front of me and stood there a while,
staring at the instruments on stage.

We both wore red, and you had a pierced nose.
Rings lined the cartilage of your ear.
You turned, we exchanged names like money.
You said I was funny. I thanked you.

I could tell you liked me. I lied, said I was taken.
It's easier. You won't get attached.
And it's so dark...
(............)
...it's so dark you look like someone I know.

Shortly thereafter, the concert began.
You disappeared into the raging crowd, like a stormy sea.
Shortly before, you asked, 'What do you think they'll play first?'
I shrugged, and you sang, 'Dramamine.'

I still can't remember your name.

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from Cain, track released March 26, 2011

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The Dirty Words Portland, Oregon

{{on hiatus as of may '13}}

recordings personnel:
mike chastain - drums/percussion
david clemmer - vocals/guitars
scott page - bass guitar/standup bass
aaron poplin - guitars

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