So there we were in the abandoned warehouse. It was a loud chamber full of echoing drums and screeching idiots, all foaming at the teeth. Everything was a giant noise pustule, waiting to explode into the future. We had whiskey and we had no women. It was the perfect recipe for a lonesome disaster, or at least another forgotten Connecticut afternoon. None of us knew why we were all in there. It had something to do with that blue van. Nobody really remembers, or cares.
from Hideous Heads
released July 1, 1996
Music by Xeth Feinberg, Mike Lehman, and David C. Lovelace
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