—Harmony Parking Lot Song
Because tonight I can’t smell the pigs around the corner,
on the shortness of your breath.
And tonight I can’t taste the whiskey from across the room,
in the stumbling of your steps.
Here’s to the rubble.
A brick through every window,
a casket buried six feet deep for everybody’s hero.
Here’s to out lives being meaningless.
And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn’t have a purpose!
Drunk Letter - Have/Hold
If I can ask one thing when I am dead,
Would you lay me down by the river bed?
Let me wash away,
Let it take me back from where I came,
Cause all I am and all I was is just,
Blood and dirt and bones and mud,
And I’m better off that way
I saw Max play this (one of my all time favourite songs) with Wil Wagner in my favourite pub (in the universe) and I still struggle to explain how perfect it was.