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No One Tried

by Tourist Season

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1.
It’s in the way that I tend to fixate On falling snow and the people I drive away Days are short and the nights are forever long Tapped out, couldn’t even finish a song A song - Find myself making excuses everyday And neglecting my health in every way I promise I’ll get better when the snows gone Another promise to myself left undone Undone - And oh I know - I know This sadness will surely go Blown away with all of the smoke And oh I hope - I hope My mood will finally rise With the AM high tide Threw everything just to see what sticks Cuz everything sucks unless you’re already rich And I’m not looking for a worry free life I’m just looking for a little respite - Some respite from this - Been accused of having a heart of stone Turns out I was stoned to the bone Digging daily for some shits to give While everyone’s making love seem pretty cringe - Pretty cringe - And oh I know - I know I don’t wanna die anymore I just wanna writhe on the floor And oh I try - I try To rearrange my life To minimize my daily strife So I went from fighting daily for my life To purely living out of spite And you’ll never know what it’s like On the inside of here The inside of here Whoa-Oh-Oh Reefer Sadness
2.
Friday Night, I sauntered on down to Archie’s Bar I was meeting a lady who happened to swipe my way Ordered a rye, I pulled out my phone I waited in silence for my Friday night plans So I sat at the bar, I ordered tamales for two From a red cooler with cash, tamales for me and you Missed you tonight, I missed you forever alone Just another night at the bar with a bag of tamales solo Tamales for two, tamales for two Tamales for just me and you Tamales for three, tamales for three Well I guess these tamales are just for me Tamales for four, tamales for four My cat’s eating my tamales off the floor Tamales for one, tamales for one I guess these tamales are done I guess you and me, we’re done

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I wasn't really planning on releasing anything else until I could have a professional record it, but hey I got laid off 2 days before my birthday and that will make you do things sometimes. Anyway it's my birthday and it'd be dope if y'all grabbed this and came to my show next Friday December 9th at Montrose Saloon.

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released December 2, 2022

guitars and vocals and recordings by me
Art by Christian Moquin

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Tourist Season Chicago, Illinois

Gas Station Americana from Orlando. Currently in Chicago. linktr.ee/touristseason420

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