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Ten Ton Summer

by The Dead Century

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Blame it on the boredom and bad luck
The consequences of a ten ton summer
Heavy handed and holed up
Heavy hearted and a half-rate lover

I spent a quarter century half asleep
With bad bourbon in brown bag covers
And all the little secrets I said I’d keep in deep
Fever dreams, petty thieves, one after another

Tired and stupid and out of excuses
Careless and cut up, covered in bruises
Loose lips like nooses, just losing whatever I hold
Lighting candles in churches and candles in bedrooms
Crushing and clipping, headboards, headroom
I’m running out of fire but I’m getting kind of used to the cold
I ain’t no good at growing old

Blame it on the lack of experience
The status quo of staying insincere
When every second got serious
When every morning got a little unclear
I blame the bars and the late nights
The purple haze that made the world taste sweeter
The blurry love songs and bright lights, skin tight
B-rate Byron in four-four meter.

Gunning past midnight, burning through blessings
Way past shelf-life, ignoring the messes, man
A hundred good guesses, I thought that I could follow a hunch
But it came on a corner, hard on my blindside
Tripped up, torn up, tied up in high tide
Damn near crucified, I never landed a punch
I should have figured as much
(Maybe I’m losing my touch)

Tally all the sins as a sunk cost
The failed attempts to keep my life on track
There’s no use missing the time lost
You lose more when you try to step back
I blame the boredom and bad luck
And all the secrets that it helped me uncover
Like losing youth and losing you
The consequences of a ten ton summer

Forward facing failures, high since high school
Never been better, man, life skills, night moves
I got my act together now, I’m learning to buy what I’m sold
I got geared up, gored up through the machine, and
Ripped up, wrung out, looking real clean
All spent, can’t repent, I’m fitting into a mold.
I ain’t no good at growing old.

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released May 23, 2020
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Music and Lyrics by Nick Check

Austin Peterson - Lead electric guitar, backing vocals
Rob Muehlbauer - Drums, backing vocals
JP Check - Bass guitar, backing vocals
Nick Check - Electric guitar, vocals

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