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I have a picture of you and me in Brooklyn

On a porch, it was raining.

Hey, I remember that day

and I miss you.

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Daily Goat #008 - First Few Desperate Hours

“This is a song about a couple of people who shouldn’t probably have gotten married in the first place. They did… and you were like, hey hey hey hey, it’s always good to see you guys out around the town, cruising the bar and everything, but maybe getting married, not the best idea… and when you said it, they got really angry, and they were like, you know, ‘Who are you to judge me?’ They came out with a lot of that. So you were like, 'I’m not, you know, I’m not anybody to judge you, I’m not judging, I’m just singing, I’ve known you a long time.’ And then they were like, 'You don’t know me,’ and you were like, 'Okay, I don’t know you. Hey, cool. It’s your lives, not mine.’ Then they were like, 'Why you gotta be that way?’… and it ended badly, and you were like, 'I hope it goes well for them,’ but it didn’t, and you resist the urge to gloat. Inside you had a little bit of the gloat in you. As a matter of fact, I know that you did, because I saw it when the whole thing went down.” - John Darnielle

Yeah the driver drops his cargo at the curb The driver drops his cargo at the curb And the sun peeks in Like a killer through the curtain And when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden Yeah when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden We keep up the good fight We keep our spirits light But they draw like flies And there’s a stomach-churning shift In the way the land lies And they lean like towers On a hillside struggling to stand Through these first few desperate hours Yeah

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Daily Goat #016 - Color in Your Cheeks

“‘Color In Your Cheeks’ is just a story about safe places and acceptance.” - John Darnielle

she came in on the red-eye to Dallas-Fort Worth. all the way from sunny Taipei. skin the color of a walnut shell,and a baseball cap holding down her black hair. and she came here after midnight. the hot weather made her feel right at home.come on in, we haven’t slept for weeks. drink some of this. it’ll put color in your cheeks. he drove from in from Mexicali, no worse for wear. money to burn, time to kill. but five minutes looking in his eyes and we all knew hewas broken pretty bad, so we gave him what we had. we cleared a space for him to sleep in,and we let the silence that’s our trademark make its presence felt.come on in, we haven’t slept for weeks. drink some of this. it’ll put color in your cheeks. they came in by the dozens, walking or crawling. some were bright-eyed. some were dead on their feet. and they came from Zimbabwe,or from Soviet Georgia. east Saint Louis, or from Paris, or they lived across the street. but they came, and when they’d finally made it here,it was the least that we could do to make our welcome clear. come on in, we haven’t slept for weeks. drink some of this. it’ll put color in your cheeks.