Ring Ring Ring

by Slaughter Beach, Dog

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two demos
104 degrees recorded at the metal shop
just be simple recorded at home (the birds nest)
just be simple written by jason molina

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released October 14, 2016

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Slaughter Beach, Dog Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Slaughter Beach, Dog TOUR 2016
w/ Abi Reimold

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November 22nd--PHILADELPHIA, PA @ The Batting Cages

November 23rd--BROOKLYN, NY @ Shea Stadium

November 25th--TORONTO, ON @ Sneaky Dee's

November 26th--CLEVELAND, OH @ Mahall's

November 27th--COLUMBUS, OH @ Double Happiness

November 28th--CHICAGO, IL @ SubT (downstairs)
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Track Name: 104 degrees
I saw her in a dream
Exiting the bookstore lobby
Sitting on a bench on Baltimore and reading Murakami
Slick with salt beneath the sun
Her hands start tying up her hair
One pair of deeply tinted shades
Reflects my unbelieving stare
And at once I am taken

She asked me what I wanted
As if one ever really knew
And I said "dull domestication,
Free from pressure to pursue
Another love, another touch,
Another tired conversation"
And then she shut her novel sharply,
and proposed a new location
And at once I obliged

Details for new protests
Adorn white printer paper flyers
She says "I feel so old admitting
Counterculture makes me tired"
She leads me into the cafe
Her intention is exact
It is one hundred four degrees
She takes her coffee hot and black
And at once I am entranced

She suggests we settle down
Meaning settle down for good
She knows the perfect place on Martha street
In her old neighborhood
And then a taxi sounds a horn
And it is filled with all our things
And it is parked outside the cafe
And the driver sounds incredibly impatient

When we merge onto the freeway
She rolls her window down completely
The driver dials into a station
Then she smiles at me discreetly
She says "I love this song," then turns away
And tracks the clouds
The driver curses with conviction
While "heavy metal drummer" plays us out