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--> Patter

Sometimes we fight in number, and sometimes we hide. Sometimes we know defeat, sometimes we die. But when you've got a mouthful of stars, and enough boots to make a good show, make it so.


--> Blowdogs

We struggle to love
Our communist scars

We drove off the edge
Into a mouthful of stars

Into the blue & the gray
With the blowdogs b-blowing away

We all missed what we craved
And the play of light on
The sea was exhausting

Half mast flags

We're burn down the fort
And digging up the graves of the slain

We struggle to love
Our communist scars

We drove off the edge
Into a mouthful of stars

Into the blue & the gray
With the blowdogs b-blowing away

We all missed what we craved
And the play of light on
The sea was exhausting

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fuguers cove Albuquerque, New Mexico

fuguers cove is lo-fi one-man bedroom garage rock. We are always working on our next ten albums.

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