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his life is hard to look at

he keeps a filthy house

his son is there to cook for

at least for now

his eyes are on a tv
there s people laughin there
the picture's so hard to see
gets lost in the air

i know he's happy to see me
our visits further apart
nowhere to go but forgiven
a strange way to start but-

the history's shown that
the bottom is sand bagged
i finally got my way...

he lives on state highway 20
he counts the cars flyin by
someday its mine pullin up
he pulls the curtain aside

i'll bring some beer and some brandy
some smokes and tune the guitar
we'll drink and sing 'Blue Umbrella'
there's no banjo part, but
that hardly matters..

I finally get my way
we put that hurt away
we've got remaining days
might not be a next time
it disappears like a rail line

so bring the beer and the brandy
the smokes and tune that guitar
let's drink and sing Blue Umbrella
work out that harmony part.

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from Every Pilot's Blinded By The Sun, released May 6, 2011

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The Riffbrokers Seattle, Washington

Northwest powerpop twang outfit formed 1999, Boise Idaho. Band nucleus Nick and Heather Millward moved to Seattle the following year. They've traveled the land since and released over five full length albums on their homemade label Unsmashable Records.

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