Name: Fucked by With Mild Abandon
Duration: 3 min 58 s
Description: An original song written and recorded by Nathan Norton for the Volumes Collective Volume 6.

That sounds pretty Alice in Chains-ey! sweet.

Power Lines

An original song written and recorded by Nathan Norton for the Volumes Collective Volume 6.

Fucked

Love, Maine

"I Told You So" from the Radio Boise Live Music Hour, July 17th, 2015

I Told You So - Live

"Succotash" from the Radio Boise Live Music Hour, July 17th, 2015

Succotash - Live

"Flat On Your Back" from the Radio Boise Live Music Hour, July 17th, 2015

Flat On Your Back - Live

Zelda - Kakariko Village

Live on Radio Boise

The air was cold, and I was holding on to the
holiness of her chest, I confessed; As far as the
rest goes, I guess, in certain aspects of this mess,
you could say I'm always looking out for my best.
When it came 'round time to be be exposed, my sights were nowhere to be found;
Certainly not on the ground, but then not quite to her eyes. Oh, what a 
surprise I guess. I'll leave the rest to the imagination of the
best-dressed guesser familiar with the process of fornication.

Her stare was cold, and I was hanging on to the
realization from this moment, so blessed that I wept,
over the message that crept, over the nights that I slept,
and over the tears and the sweat and the guillotines hanging over my head.
With the question left to be imposed, I was so slow to make a sound.
What goes around comes around, sometimes ends up in lost and found,
but that'll be okay I guess; I'll just have to buck up and 
be the bearer of the bad news - after all, someone's gotta tell the family.

The case would fold, but I was going on, just to 
see how many lacerations told the story of great breadth, of a heavy
heart on a heavy chest, of a heavy breast where it rests best -
where the bare-boned denizens invited them into the thin water, hey, won't ya swim?
With my sins still left to be atoned, well, I was frozen to the ground -
Geneva conventions beneath inventions of the sound of a sudden
halt in progress.  I won't be the last bastard to quote the axioms of a dead poet
to justify my actions even though I know that I done did wrong.

The air was cold, and I was holding on to the
holiness of her chest, I confessed; As far as the
rest goes, I guess, in certain aspects of this mess,
you could say I'm always looking out for my best.
When it came down time to be be exposed, my sights were nowhere to be found;
Certainly not on the ground, but then not quite to her eyes. Oh, what a 
surprise I guess. I'll leave the rest to the imagination of the
best-dressed guesser familiar with the process of reciprocation.


Fucked

With Mild Abandon

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