P​.​S.

from Tilde by Mitch Gettman

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There was you and Captain Major
Sharing all the air in the room
And splitting all the rent
To keep up the tent
And you knew, you knew just how to do it
Laying all your cards on the table
'Til you'd finished out your deck
You placed your bet
And you saw me moving from afar
In the dark

So there's me and I'm just a tourist
Chatting up with any old Joe that
I'd just up and met
And calling 'em friend
'Til I learned, I learned my filthy lesson
You can't live your dream
When you're living someone else's dream instead
You'll lose your head
But I know you meant well all along
So here is your song

And you can be my baby
You can be my baby
You can be my baby
'Til all the world is void of voices

So I left
My eyes were filled with anguish
Four long years in the dust
But I'm never looking back
And that is a fact
Now I'm born and life is just beginning
I never want to see you in that
Corner of the room ever again
But you were my friend
Now I'll never be satisfied with myself
Here's to my health

And you can be my baby
You can be my baby
You can be my baby
'Til all the world is void of voices
And all the world exhausts their choices
And all the world falls into pieces

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from Tilde, released September 15, 2023
Mitch Gettman - vocals, bass guitar, drums, piano, Fender Rhodes, strings, melotron, accordion, engineer, production

Adam Stoltenberg: drums, trombone, engineer, mixing, production

Nate Van Fleet - whistle, engineer

Jeremy Garrett - engineer

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