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Thirty​-​Five

from Already Yesterday by The Winchester Local

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THIRTY-FIVE

Here comes my Anny walking down the aisle
She's in a clean white dress but seductive
Oh, she don't want no wedding night surprise
She got all that mess done so long ago
Oh man, did we put on a show
The springtime girls really let themselves go
Me and Anny on the baseball fields
See, it ain't as bad as they said it feels
Sweat (rolls) off your cheeks into waterfalls
Get off the phone in case your mamma calls
Nobody beats this old scene
And my baby runs like a brand new machine

We were fast, we were young, we were on the go
We were makin' love to her car stereo
We were fast lane lovers in the three-digit heat
She was makin' little eyes, she was makin' 'em at me
And we'd drive
Oh we'd drive drive down Thirty-Five
Yeah we're gonna drive down Thirty-Five
And we go so fast on our way home

You got it bad from The Angels
When they made that silly pact not to give it in
The river's all lit up with bruises and blues
See us tomorrow on the front page news
Yeah, see all the love we're in
While the early morning sun sinks in our skin
Maybe tonight we'll hit the highest high
Come on over, we'll kneel to the night
Meet The Angels at The Smokestack Parlor
I got my honey and a couple crumpled dollars
Wearing matching t-shirts
Rubbing up against each other 'til it hurts

We were fast, we were young, we were on the go
We were makin' love to her car stereo
We were fast lane lovers in the three-digit heat
She was makin' little eyes, she was makin' 'em at me
Oh when we'd drive
We drive drive down Thirty-Five
Me and Anny, we'd drive on our way down Thirty-Five
She'd goe so fast
I'm holding on all the way home
On our way home

We sprung out of this town with wide eyes and ended up with scars on our knees
Can memories heal this kingdom of real life, payment plans, and valid ID's?
Anny says,
“It's hard to remember what it's like to breath air
Or the sweet smell of cigarette smoke in your hair
Living minute to minute, or without out a care...”
On Saturday night, we'll aim to have an affair with the ghosts of truth or dare

Baby's hair once was fire
Holy headlights just reflect off the specks of gray
She yawns as the dash flashes “12:01”
Oh, it's already yesterday
Yes, it's already yesterday

Here comes Anny with her brand new man
See, he was first in line with a backup plan
As for me, I'm still rolling around
And every host town feels like a ghost town
Every time I need to feel alive
I hop memory lane and drive I-35

We were fast, we were young, we were on the go
We were driving past Far West Rodeo
We were fast lane lovers in the three-digit heat
She was burning out the engines running in my feet
We were completely on our own in a life, incomplete
She was driving down the highway of a dead end street
And we would drive
We would drive drive Thirty-Five
Oh we would drive
Oh we would drive down Thirty-Five

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from Already Yesterday, released October 18, 2014
Words and music by Tyler Phillips
©2014 Tyler Phillips

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Brian Forbes at The Gallery Recording Studio. Brooklyn, NY

Performance credits
Tyler Phillips – Vocals, Guitar, Percussion, Bass, Keys
Carly Howard – Vocals
Steve Danielsson – Guitar, Vocals
Maurice Alban – Drums
Andrew Krahn – Tenor Sax
Kim Vogels – Cello
Billy Joe Kiessling - Violin

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