Songs Of Pillage and Merrymaking

by Neverweres

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We are a new band and this is our first self recorded album and it is FREE to download. We also would gladly accept any payment for downloading to help the cause.
Bandcamp will ask for your emu address but we have no real plans to use it. Also you can purchase our album through the mail for cheap.

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released March 10, 2013

Guitar/Vocals: Greg Loop
Drums: Dave Whaley
Bass: David Zappala
Additional Guitar on 'Tedland' and 'Fool For You': Matt Tuite
Album Art: David Zappala
Recording: Greg Loop
Mixing: David Zappala
Produced by Greg Loop and David Zappala
All Songs written by Greg Loop and Arranged by the Neverweres
Recorded at Bob Spieler's home, Gloop's home studio,
and Dave Z's attic
(c)2013 Sock It Records

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Track Name: Tedland
Cross county, cross country, cross national lines.
Autumn settles in for its limited run.
A seasonal change sets tree lines ablaze,
a temperate wind sets free leaf from limb,
and I'm reminded again of nature's pure grace.
Cruise the back country roads, take it easy and slow,
past farms' fertile fields and stacks of baled hay.
The smell of manure strikes at the nose,
corn fills the fields in row after row,
and the sunshine slashes the hillsides
wherever I go.
I fit in my role, a round peg in it's hole,
and it's taken some time, I got to admit.
Life passes by my narrowing stride
and I hope I don't slip on the shit.
So review and rewind these limited times,
as autumn will cause a time to reflect.
I sit at the bar, see friends I ain't seen,
in a decade or so, tell me where have they been.
Then I'm reminded it's me who fell out from them