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New song lyrics:

What good is our love
if it don't go too fast
gotta run from what's to come
and hide out in the past

i'm gonna sell my soul
put it into a memory
give me a feeling when i'm older
of who i used to be

chorus
the lines we draw between the places
we discover who we are
i'm like you and you're like me
that's how i know you'll break my heart

the lines we draw are the lines we cross
becoming who we are
i can't be yours and you can't be mine
that's how i know i'll break your heart

all the things we been told
i don't know what for
in love and life all you do
is run on empty out each door

but when i don't have you
when i don't even have me
the love that beats my heart
will beat me back to who i used to be

chorus

NR

You can call me....

We've decided to change our name. I know it seems a big deal, but it really isn't. There's no need for you to get too upset, though I certainly understand that you may be feeling confused, betrayed even. We will continue to be ourselves, no more and no less.

Modern Superstitions is the name from here on out, cause we're Modern guys, of course we've had it in the ear before. Why even ask?

Many new songs are being written and there is a general feeling of excitement. There are the vaguest of plans to record our newer songs properly in the near future, plans that are the stuff of dreams for the moment.

Talk soon,
M

TAT CITY ROCKERS

'THE SUPERSTITIONS' LAST SHOW EVER.
tattooooooo rock parlour w/the in crowd DJ set. DOORS AT 10 TONIGHT
GET DRUNK AND DANCE
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prepare for a modern future.

The Fox

I was reading some poetry (because that's how I do) and I came across the following poem that made me want to punch something I liked it so much. Said poem lies below for your enjoyment:


The Fox

By Kenneth Patchen

Because the snow is deep
Without spot that white falling through white air

Because she limps a little - bleeds
Where they shot her

Because hunters have guns
And dogs have hangmen's legs

Because I'd like to take her in my arms
And tend her wound

Because she can't afford to die
Killing the young in her belly

I don't know what to say of a soldier's dying
Because there are no proportions in death.





So yeah. All pretensions of leisurely poetry-reading aside, that is damn good poem.

NR

WEEKEND PARTY FRIDAY EDITION

HEY GUYS

These photos are from our show friday with Smith Westerns and Bang Bangs at the Silver Dollar. It was a good time. Smith Westerns are the best glammy babies.
Z-Burge post-show state
Big mouth
Do not allow Z-Burge to write setlist
GUESS WHOSE LEGS ARE THESE LEGS
Stay tuned for Saturday and monday boating editions