Friends of Friends

Friends of Friends

BandAmericanaPunk

Rouge's March + Reverse Hurricane

Biography

This shit is fun.

Lyrics

Everybody Wiggles A Little

Written By: FOF

Last one on the dirty couch
Everyone else has passed out
His cab fare home is up his nose
Been straight for quite some time
No harm in a bump or a baby line
Just one small taste after work, that was all it took
We know what happens now,
Empty pockets, desperation, thirteen hour conversations

He swore to himself and swore to his friends
He was never waking up like this again
He swore to some god, and everyone
He'd never touch that shit again.

Hanging out in bathroom stalls
(He's not fooling everyone)
His Nose is running like a marathon
(He's not fooling anyone)
His jaw won't stop grinding
His mouth won't stop talking
His hands won't stop shaking
Just won't stop pacing

Path Of Logic

Written By: FOF

Here it is out loud, at last, out right.
It takes a lot of beers to make this come out right. Because I have to pull the wool out of my eyes. Just like I pull the wool over everybody's eyes.

I'm coming clean with every single word I've let pass through my teeth.

I am a writhing rattle-snake. When you allow, I will reveal my poison fangs. I am that snake forced to fake an honest life to preserve the thoughts of those whom have already heard the lies. It's just so easy and it gets easier each time.

It's what sets me apart from my friends and family. I know how to stop, it's just so easy.

I'm coming clean with every single word I've let pass through my teeth.

Stillness Illness

Written By: FOF

Are you all ready for some drama?
Packed a bag, a brain, and umbrella.
Because tonight, it's raining blood, and you know it's gonna flood, and your boils will subdue.

Now keep it down, I've heard this one before. A father and son, the ghost and mary the whore must own my soul or I am going to hell, oh well.

Are you all ready for some thunder?
The sound is loud so you better find some shelter. Because tonight the world turns black, and the locust will attack, and your first-born is going to die.

Now keep it down, I've heard this one before. A father and son, the ghost and mary the whore must own my soul or I am going to hell, oh well.

Discography

We Are A Lot Things E.P.

Set List

8 songs in 25 minutes

Endless Bummer
Stillness Illness
Pathologic
Restless Legs
Everybody Wiggles A Little
Catalyst
I'm Not Showing Up For Dinner
Deep Search