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Walking down that lonesome road
Streetlight behind to guide me home
I turn away, back towards the dark
Thumb held high, waiting on that spark of hope
Spark of hope

Dust devils wind and tumbleweeds roll
Vultures circle high, my spirit sinking low
Then a single car slows to a park
Flashes the headlights, lighting up my spark of hope
Spark of hope
Spark of hope
Spark of hope

A beat-up sedan with peeling gray paint skids to a stop beside me. The windows down, I see four teenagers with colored hair, beanie hats, and trendy vintage clothes. A stale, skunky aroma with hints of nacho chip dust wafts on the evening breeze. They stare at me for a second with a mix of pity and curiosity, before the skinny guy in the driver's seat asks, "need a lift?" "I'm going to the concert," I say, and the girl in the back stoically responds, "dope, hop in." Is this a happy coincidence, or another distraction on my quest?

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from The Concert: An Interactive Aural Odyssey, released July 7, 2023

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These Stains Are Who I Am Somerville, Massachusetts

Two friends writing good songs with dumb lyrics. Our new album/game, "The Concert," is out now! Listen/play at thesestains.com/theconcert

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