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Split with Meet Me In The Middle

by I Was Given Feet To Follow You

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1.
Sophie W. 07:03
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock their finest art
2.
Mary Park 03:35
Does this mean anything to you? Or to me? I guess I was sitting there, when everyone else was gone. I spend most of my life, sitting around here, trying to figure out. I rarely stop to let the waves crash on rocks next to me. I want to feel the spray of water on my legs. Listening to that same song... The music that pours out my car speakers, Is great for the meantime, but when the engine quits, It's up to me to continue that constant conversation, That I have with myself. And I'm trying to answer all my questions. And, the only thing I know is you...
3.
The last time I saw you, you were drunk out of your mind. I know that's how you like it, but I am tired of being there for you when you're alone on the floor of my best friend's car. I still have the whiskey smell in the bathroom of my house. You were on the couch, posting about wine and chocolate, on a Friday night. Who's fault is that but yours? You wanted to move out of San Francisco because "it got boring". But trust me, I know the feeling all the same. And it sucks. But I'm here on my own.
4.
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts, long black stockings; there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor thing, and she watches her nails as her dirty white dog sniffs the grass in erratic circles; a pigeon is there too, circling, half dead with a tick of a brain and I am upstairs in my underwear, 3 day beard, pouring another beer and waiting for something literary or symphonic to happen; but they keep circling, circling, and a thin old man in his last winter rolls by pushed by a girl in a catholic school dress; somewhere there are Alps, and ships are now crossing the sea; there are piles and piles of H- and A-bombs, enough to blow up fifty worlds and Mars thrown in, but they keep circling, the girl shifts buttocks, and the Hollywood Hills stand there, stand there full of drunks and insane people and much kissing in automobiles, but it's no good: che sera, sera: her dirty white dog simply will not shit, and with a last look at her nails she, with much whirling of buttocks walks to her downstairs court trailed by her constipated dog (simply not worried), leaving me looking at a most unsymphonic pigeon. well, from the looks of things, relax: the bombs will never go off.
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This is a split I did with a great friend of mine, John-Paul Carrillo, who also happens to be the old bassist of my previous band, Capistrano. We decided sometime early on in 2014 that we wanted to put out a digital split together, so here it is.

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released July 2, 2014

All songs (tracks 1 to 4) written, performed, engineered, and produced by Dylan Andersen (I Was Given Feet To Follow You).

All songs (tracks 5 to 8) written, performed, engineered, and produced by John-Paul Carrillo (Meet Me In The Middle).

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I Was Given Feet To Follow You Long Beach, California

Hi there, my name is Dylan. This is a project I've been working on since 2007 called I Was Given Feet To Follow You. It is the collection of songs and ideas and movements that were recorded and pieced together at various times in my life. Please enjoy these songs, and feel free to share them. Thank you. ... more

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