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Never Enough​/​Halls of Sin b​/​w Molly, The Minors, and Me

by Benjamin Shepherd

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Never Enough/Halls of Sin 05:20
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By the end of the summer we’d lost all control Now I can’t believe we’d got so deep in the hole Took it too lightly roundin first She slapped me something awful for goin under the shirt You passed out with your shoes on before it got dark So we tatooed your forehead but it won’t leave a mark They say that mixing is bad for your health So we took what we could from the bottom shelf We could never get enough The way that we drove our chances were slim Going to Howison at 3:30 a.m. The rarest offenders under the sun As it was rising over Washington We could never get enough I’m going back again To the halls of sin
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Molly, The Minors, and Me 05:58
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My marriage went south a while ago Back when I was playin, tryin to get to the show It all ends up messy what started with ease I can keep goin if you please There was stiff competition headed over from State How many recordscan a young hitter break? The key to my success was not to be seen I think that you know what I mean There was chatter in the clubhouse which doctor to see They drew me a map, but I certainly was free My priorities got skewed to a troubling degree There was Molly, the minors, and me I don’t mean to say it was all play, I never got bored Shaking hands for bar money at Powhatan Ford It was a mad lot of grindin for a man in his prime I’d beat any one of you down the line But when the night would come falling and the lights would go on I was swept away back to my parents’ back lawn With the smell of the leather and the feel of the grass Who knew how quick it would all come to pass? What motivates you to do what you should when losing hurts worse than winning feels good? I can’t picture her face on our honeymoon night but I surely remember the fights I know that I’m ramblin, you don’t care what I think I see that you’re just tryin to sit here and drink Huddled alone like it’s some kind of thing to be I tell you who you take with you is key There was gas station dining, nights’ sleep on the bus Playin “would you rather,” and much of consequence discussed We were most of us boys running ragged our dreams Livin under the laws of the team There were rings in my future as far as I could see The sounds of the crowd I carried with me There were girls on the road, but none of it was free For Molly, the minors, or me

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Recorded at Montrose Recording/Mostly Gin Studio

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released April 14, 2020

Benjamin Shepherd: Guitars, Bass, Vocals
Adrian Olsen: Drums, Percussion, Organ, Electric Piano, Engineer
J.D. Foster: Bass

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Benjamin Shepherd Richmond, Virginia

Southern antifolk with a lyrical focus.

ALBUM RELEASE SHOW SATURDAY APRIL 8TH AT GALLERY 5 IN RICHMOND

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