Nightmare Boyzzz​/​Younger Siblings Split

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released December 29, 2011

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Younger Siblings Birmingham, Alabama

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Track Name: My Dream
I spy with my little eye something green up in the sky
Is it a bird, is it a plane, or is it a face?
Of all my friends from the last ten years
On a horse trying to steer to a brand new location
Where they'll marvel at its place
Was it a daydream when you said you loved me
Or was I wide awake?
Was it a night dream when you yelled angrily
And you said this to my face
I don't have time for all of these dealings
Regarding everybody elses feelings
I don't even have a set of my own
To take home and play with on the weekends
Beautiful houses sitting on a golf course
Singing all your songs till your voice gets really hoarse
Moving progressively from the chorus to the verse
All of my songs just get worse and worse and worse
Track Name: William Eggleston
I wrote a new song and it feels really good
So all of my friends can sing to newer melodies
But I forgot the words my mind blanked
And all was heard was old haunting song
Blame It On the Alcohol
And I wrote a notebook full the endless summertime
With six black dots at the bottom of eleven pages for you to sign
So sign on this dotted line
Tell all of our friends not to die, not to die
Tell all of our friends not to die
The forecast is partially cloudy
It makes me kind of drowsy
Out of bed, it's twelve p.m.
Still feel the glow from last night
Piano dries out in sunlight
Eight grand gone, the show must go on
And I'll drink a fourty in tribute of your working overtime
Sitting on dusty polaroids and fourty-fives
But when will the beauties arrive?
Tell all of our friends not to die, not to die
Tell all of our friends not to die
Sing your song on cassette tapes on a
Flower pot that is six feet underground
Tell all of our friends not to die, not to die
Tell all of our friends not to die