Frozen Ponds

by Brian Finnie

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released February 24, 2014

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Brian Finnie Boston, Massachusetts

I live in Baltimore in the hood. I write songs and I work at Dominos. I used to drink more.

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Track Name: Texas
You sent me a postcard from Texas. It reminded me that you're still alive. It's not that I've forgotten you, but all I remember is how you ruined my life. and you said I was like a roller coaster you never wanted to ride. You said you're doing well minus how you feel inside. And I've lost the urge to pick up the phone and make you smile. I've given up religion, and I've given up dying out.
And Baltimore is starting to get cold. And I'm pretty sure Texas will start to get old so pack up your bags and head for the coast. Find the man who never loved you the most. This isn't a song to make you fall in love, and its not for falling asleep to. This song is for the things I left above your head to make you crane your neck and look through us.
Track Name: Blaming Jane
I'm living out of this suitcase and dirty hotels
Did I come here to find love or lose it? its too hard to tell.
I'm 20 years old.
And I don't know.

I hope I'm onto something here.
Bourbon, when you're my biggest fear, my dear.

I'm living out of my comfort and I'm Blaming Jane.
Your simple existence, aggravating indifference, your voice and this distance, its driving me fucking insane.
You're 20 years old.
And I don't know.

I hope I'm onto something here.
Bourbon, when you're my biggest fear, my dear.

We're 20 years old.
And I don't know.
Track Name: Cinco De Mayo
Cinco de Mayo. Everyones drunk, in fake love, and they're trying to fuck.
Calling beds like its high school.
Cinco de Mayo. I take a toke but no blow, he's getting hard from your whispers, wants to turn them to wimpers.

The clock spins fast.
Your eyes roll back.

Cinco de Mayo. Bong hit boys in the deck talking bout respect, but I'm about the insults or the impulse.
Cinco de Mayo. Woke up with a groan thought I heard you moan, went downstairs downed a beer and went home alone.

The clock spins fast.
Your eyes roll back.