This is me attempting to recall my first concert experience a few years back. It was my first time at the Cat's Cradle and I saw of Montreal. It would be my first introduction into Good Music and Good Rock Clubs.
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I'm not getting up until I know we've arrived
This car may be choked with equipment, but I'm alright
Only of the thinnest of the thin can physically
Make their way down here
Into the Cave on Franklin Street
All of the people I'm much too young to meet
Second to the drug cartel, I'm getting sick
Of breathing the air down here
And then there were fewer than there was before
Pushing like stooges through the small, white door
I don't know why you invited me
I'm nothing but an underground apostrophe
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