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Thicker Skin
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Thicker skin
Ignore all proclamations. Reject all ties. Avoid the urge to glamorize. Eschew all implications. Forgo advice. Renounce the itch to proselytize. I hate to break the news, the felons aways win.
It’s clear we’re gonna fail — again.
But we have to pull all threads. And not jump to loggerheads. ‘Cause the vanquished always grow a thicker skin.
Dig down below the surface, and sift the dirt.
And put your instincts on alert.
I hate to scuff your shoes, or steal your safety pin.
It’s clear we’re gonna fail — again.
But we have to pull all threads. And not jump to loggerheads. ‘Cause the vanquished always grow a thicker skin.
I guess it has to be a long road home. We’ll have to get their on our own.
Ignore all proclamations. Reject all ties. Avoid the urge to glamorize.
I hate to break the news, the felons aways win.
It’s clear we’re gonna fail — again. But we have to keep our heads — no matter what’s been said. ‘Cause the vanquished always grow a thicker skin.
I hate to scuff your shoes, or steal your safety pin.
It’s clear we’re gonna fail — again.
But we have to keep our heads — no matter what’s been said. And we have to pull all threads, and not jump to loggerheads ‘Cause the vanquished always grow a thicker skin.
Yeah, the vanquished always grow a thicker skin.
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Serpent Mound (Great Plains, 1984, lyrics by Ron House)
Paris in the street, where the books and barricades meet.
The parking’s kind of hard, and I hope they don’t tow may car.
To see time perform, you’ve got to leave the barn where you were born.
Lose some teeth, and mumble free, and the classroom bell will surely ring.
All the lies, as advertised, die now.
But the rumor of it all’s still a long distance call.
I remember the last time I ever saw it.
I was standing on the pitcher’s mound.
There was no one else around, and the diamond spun around. And I left with the wind…
A movement in retreat, in dusty foothills five people meet. There’s a story to relay, but things don’t happen in the proper way.
They take the trouble found, they feel their feet dig into the ground.
The savior needs a shave, but there’s too much blood and it’s a brand new day.
All the lies, as advertised, die now.
But the rumor of it all’s still a long distance call.
The body’s shaking free, it’s finally feeling the way it should be.
I hope you feel it too, there’s still so much that we can do.
All the lies, as advertised, die now.
But the rumor of it all’s still a long distance call.
I remember the first time I ever saw it.
I was standing on the serpent mound.
There was no one else around. Yeah, they’d all gone underground.
And I left with the wind…
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Sanpaulo Columbus, Ohio
Sanpaulo (aka Saint Paul, Paul Nini) is the guy that runs the Old 3C Label Group, linked to below. He's been putting out "solo" releases since 1997, and has been in bands that include Househearts, Great Plains, Peck Of Snide, Log, and Closet Mix.
Sanpaulo recommends:
And this is my band from the 90s and early 00s. Give it a listen.
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Live at the Electric Banana, Pittsburgh, 1985
by Great Plains
I was in this lineup of GPs circa-85. Here's a live set for you.
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Okay, this is my current band, but I think you'll like what we do.
go to albumIf you like Sanpaulo, you may also like:
Walk Thru Me
by The Folk Implosion
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The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players.
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Terns in Idle
by Rain Recordings
This collaborative project offers a fresh twist on classic indie sounds of the early 2000s with hooky choruses and quirky instrumentation
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