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These Old Haunts
Your Heart Breaks, David Christian And The Pinecone Orchestra, Kimya Dawson
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It's all gone dull again, he said
Lit another cigarette
The revolution's come and gone
And we've been left to carry on
Struggle struggle find a way
To earn a little less each day
See a ghost on every corner
As your memories replay
In these old haunts
I've been thinking about getting
Even deeper into nothing
Or just stopping before starting
In my dreams I'm always quitting
Talk about hard travel
Shit we've toured some infernos
That would send Dante remolding
The halls of his 9th circle
In these old haunts
We've had punishers and jinglers
And nibblers and ringelers
You might ask, what are all those
Well when you know, you know, you know
It's one part energy vampire
Two parts master of disguise
And three parts just sheer force of will
Til suddenly they're on the bill
Your cell phones out of data
The hummus has gone missing
Their ukuleles strumming
Just as you had dreamt of sleeping
In these old haunts
Stuffy nose and frozen toes
And greenroom couches full of mold
The perfect place to take a poo
Was the old Adelphi loo
Black light poster covered walls
Dragons chasing waterfalls
Just when you start feeling right
The feedback's cutting through the night
Dreams of climbing endless stairs
With 20 tons of merch and gear
Getting stuck in elevators
It's so nice to see you, see you later
In these old haunts
Now hold on tight folks save some film
Surprises here in every room
Sights and smells yet to behold
On each ride through the Underworld
Welcome up onto the stage
Your tour guide for this next phase
Should you dare to meet his gaze
Bewitching spells he'll cast your way
In these old haunts
The city's bones, the old town soul
Is built from sentiments we stole
And bought and borrowed
Swapped for free
The city aches like you or me
These photobooks so steeped in gloom
These visions of ourselves in bloom
The dust that follows borrowed youth
Hounds to the heals in hot pursuit
This ancient space of raging ghosts
And memories from long-gone homes
Though you may cast an altered tale
All truths in time will be revealed
In these old haunts
Not to say there weren't good times
And even better oldies
But for sure the hardest moments
Left the chill of Satan on me
We can laugh about it now
But there were moments of pure hell
And we used to play a game
What's worse than where we are right now?
I'd say "19th century chimney sweep in downtown London"
I'd say "coal miner on strike, it's snowing and he's freezing"
And for a moment we'd fall silent, lost in self reflection
Then out would come the sharpies to add new dicks to the collection
In these old haunts
The city owes you something
The city breaks your heart
Remember all your old haunts
Remember where it starts
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