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At The Fuck​-​It Hour

from You by Paris Street

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At the ‘fuck-it’ hour
We were allowed to go inside
The final band had just started
The doorman did not seem to mind

You led our way in
Cleared our path through the crowd
You seemed to know most of the people
I was a stranger in the town
Always a stranger in a town

It was garage rock
A festival, a sold-out show
The kind that some in Memphis
Just cannot seem to outgrow

But that’s alright ‘cause
The band you most wanted to see
Was playing all your favorites
They weren’t doing anything for me
But they made you so happy

Earlier, I had a funny feeling
I knew like I had never known before
That if I let these two words guide my evening
Nothing but the best would be in store

Back at your place
With beers we didn’t really need
You sussed out my unenthusiasm
Towards the band we had just seen

So on your laptop
You put on my favorite band
And motioning to the bedroom
You stood up and took my hand
And I gladly took your hand

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from You, released January 25, 2019
Written and performed by Carl Polgar.
Recorded in Petersburg and Sacramento.
Mastered at The SoundLAB.

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