Wednesday, September 10, 2008

South Carolina

O Carolina.

I have missed you, and my time here ends tomorrow.

This is home.

It always will be I think, whether I actually live here or not.

My formative years were spent here, and it holds my heart for that reason.

Life is simpler here, which can be viewed as either positive or negative.

It's just good to spend time with family and friends.

  • Family
  • Carolina sunrises and sunsets
  • Grilled Meat
  • BBQ
  • Accents so thick you can cut them
  • Mountains
  • Trees with real leaves
  • Grass soft as carpet
  • Humidity that pails in comparison to Florida
  • Bojangles

Stretch Armstrong
"For The Record"

I'm not exactly proud of the place I'm from
but I've been here my whole life so I guess I'll call it home.
In South Carolina a flag still shows the enslavement of our minds
but in South Carolina I learned from all the times.
We went to all-ages shows, Sunday matinees
hanging out wondering if the bands would show and even play.
The bands would come and we would all sing along (sing along sing along).
Would they ever know their impact would last so long?
The world is full of lonely places no matter where you're from.
A crowded show, familiar faces make me feel at home.
Many kids have come and gone but I know what kept me here.
The magic of those songs has sustained me through the years.
I heard the word sincerity and I know now what that means.
I learned it first with Black Flag, mohawks, combat boots and torn-up jeans.
We were more than just a tour date. You were more than just a song.
We sweat and sang together and that helped us to carry on.
We were more. You were more. For the record.


Do it.

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