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I will riot.
I will greet the summer sun with nothing left to do.
We will reach up.
We will begin to recollect ourselves.
Shape up, then ship out.
Safe passage through the last attack of the panicked past.

And it'll always hurt where you hit me,
But it's funny how uninteresting you turned out to be.

I will wake up.
Clammy hands and baggy eyes glazed over, gazing down.
From the ground up,
I've built my guilt, now watch it wilt before your eyes.
Just wait for sunup
In the run-up to who knows what, well everybody does.

And when you said that you don't know yourself,
I thought, 'I think that I'm the only one I'll ever really know.'

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from Songs for My Friends and Those Girls, released May 18, 2011

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The Fig Mints (of Your Imagination) Utica, New York

The Fig Mints is some guy named Bobby Rogan. When not playing songs written by someone else, he prefers to write his own for what it’s worth, and has recorded nine albums and two EPs of (mostly) original material inspired by youthful indiscretion; severe anxiety attacks; heavy drinking; and of course, girls. Sprinkle a little self-loathing in there, and you get what you hear. ... more

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