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Billy Druids face is marble
He keeps veery thought in its place
He lets the days turn tomorrow
Someone's always walking
on his grave
He wears the lines just like Garbo
And talks at a saturmine pace
Listening to the strange notes marvel
Only giving what it takes
It's a sad man's world
And for Billy it's sure to crown
Dragging beauty into darkness
Inflciting a pale white frown
And the matter the runs
Through Billy's head

Is too concerned to fall
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written by DARBY CRASH, PAT SMEAR
Lyrics © BUG MUSIC

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Wooden Tit formed in November of 2005 in Asheville, NC and started having a real good time immediately. Don Howland, whose previous band the Bassholes has released a half dozen LPs/CDs for In the Red, Sympathy and Dead Canary, has lived in Asheville for eight years; over the years he got to know bassist Eamon Martin (as editor of The Asheville Global Report) who in turn introduced him to lifelong mountain resident James Owen, a master ceramic tiler and percussionist/electronica twiddler who Howland had seen perform with Lube Royale and solo as Doom Ribbons in Asheville.

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