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Everything You Touch Becomes a Crutch - Smog



     
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Have I said too much
Am I losing my touch.
I don't think we should touch.
You go with the other men
Me I beat myself to sleep
Maybe I should have just
Left all this in a lock-up box
In bostonNever said too much
I always tried to save face
I never said too much
Tried to save my face.
Only a few spare incidents
Of disgrace.Never said too much
I said we shouldn't touch
I beat myself to sleep
You go with the other men
Go with your other men
I beat myself to sleep

I beat myself to sleepMaybe I should have left all this
In an airport lock-up box
In boston

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Bill Callahan, born in Silver Spring, Maryland. Callahan followed the lo-fi genre of underground rock, with homemade tape-albums recorded on four track tape recorders. Later he signed a record contract with the label drag city. Callahan started out as a highly experimental artist, utilizing sub-standard instruments and recording equipment. His reason for using the lo-fi approach was not so much an aesthetic choice, rather it came from his lack of knowledge of recording studios, and fear of giving up control to professional engineers.

Read more about Smog on Last.fm.


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