A live performance by The Hail Seizures at Camp Quixote in downtown Olympia.
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@GRlFFlN16 жыл бұрын
my favorites are Daddy, Fouts and The Iliad. Great...Band....
@superdark15 жыл бұрын
You've got to love that Washington weather. I live in seattle and am loving every cloudy minute of it.
@Anachromatic14 жыл бұрын
My favorite band ever...
@alansmithee68992 жыл бұрын
i miss them so much...
@sk1bt17 жыл бұрын
They're amazing live!
@HippieCat5516 жыл бұрын
man they're really good.
@japellegrino4 жыл бұрын
Love this! Hope you're well Rob!
@weweredoodshey12 жыл бұрын
solidarity, beautiful rendition of the great partisan song
@YakimaGulag17 жыл бұрын
Izvanredan!
@LobBazar14 жыл бұрын
whoa, old video! still goody though
@portocalastricata11 жыл бұрын
whats the name of the last song?
@ubendum17 жыл бұрын
Nice. shades of incredible string band and the ukranians in there. Bit of crass too maybe.
@GRlFFlN15 жыл бұрын
Nah sorry... i know it starts like this: on the day i was born you were forty-one my mom she was twenty-eight and we lived together for a couple of years and everything was great until one day you went insane and we moved to Yakima to live with my grandma.
@Dusty2527
7 жыл бұрын
On the day I was born you were forty one My mom she was twenty eight And we lived together for a couple years And everything was great until one day you went insane And we moved to Yakima to live with my grandma And that wasn't the end of you A big part of me would have much preferred to have never met you And it was awhile ago that you came to visit me once every other week And we would go do fun things like go to the county fair But my favorite place was the cabin on the lake The last time I was there I was eight I would like to go there again Maybe with you We could hunt for tadpoles Climb in through the window And your father grandpa Watkins Was the sweetest man alive He showed me all the beautiful things in natches heights We used to ride on four wheelers Through orchards to Uncle earls to eat cheese sandwiches and those pink pickled eggs I found out he died a few years ago I wish I would have visited him You were right about that It was my tenth birthday The last time you came to visit me We sat at red robin with milkshakes And you made me a necklace for me On three strings, letters, and bones And other things we finished up And you said your last goodbye to me And these memories are all I have Of this fucked up history that I can't forget You had called to say You may be three hours late But those three hours turned A week and then a month And now ten years and no word And today you may be sixty four My mom she is fifty one And we all live our own lives And to me I wish you were no one But the hardest part of reality Is what seems to be between you and me
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my favorites are Daddy, Fouts and The Iliad. Great...Band....
You've got to love that Washington weather. I live in seattle and am loving every cloudy minute of it.
My favorite band ever...
i miss them so much...
They're amazing live!
man they're really good.
Love this! Hope you're well Rob!
solidarity, beautiful rendition of the great partisan song
Izvanredan!
whoa, old video! still goody though
whats the name of the last song?
Nice. shades of incredible string band and the ukranians in there. Bit of crass too maybe.
Nah sorry... i know it starts like this: on the day i was born you were forty-one my mom she was twenty-eight and we lived together for a couple of years and everything was great until one day you went insane and we moved to Yakima to live with my grandma.
@Dusty2527
7 жыл бұрын
On the day I was born you were forty one My mom she was twenty eight And we lived together for a couple years And everything was great until one day you went insane And we moved to Yakima to live with my grandma And that wasn't the end of you A big part of me would have much preferred to have never met you And it was awhile ago that you came to visit me once every other week And we would go do fun things like go to the county fair But my favorite place was the cabin on the lake The last time I was there I was eight I would like to go there again Maybe with you We could hunt for tadpoles Climb in through the window And your father grandpa Watkins Was the sweetest man alive He showed me all the beautiful things in natches heights We used to ride on four wheelers Through orchards to Uncle earls to eat cheese sandwiches and those pink pickled eggs I found out he died a few years ago I wish I would have visited him You were right about that It was my tenth birthday The last time you came to visit me We sat at red robin with milkshakes And you made me a necklace for me On three strings, letters, and bones And other things we finished up And you said your last goodbye to me And these memories are all I have Of this fucked up history that I can't forget You had called to say You may be three hours late But those three hours turned A week and then a month And now ten years and no word And today you may be sixty four My mom she is fifty one And we all live our own lives And to me I wish you were no one But the hardest part of reality Is what seems to be between you and me