"On the third day of Halloween my true love gave to me, three pets buried in a pet sematary."
I've had this song stuck in my head for a few days now. It always starts playing sometime when the leaves begin to fall, triggered by a handful of seasons when it was featured on the Halloween mix cds I would make for driving in my car.
The chords still bring to mind echoes of New England back roads rambling on hair pin curves though red, orange, and yellow stained woods. Wooden fence posts ticking by, fields shrouded in curling mist beyond crumbling colonial stone walls.
Ah, home.
I've had this song stuck in my head for a few days now. It always starts playing sometime when the leaves begin to fall, triggered by a handful of seasons when it was featured on the Halloween mix cds I would make for driving in my car.
The chords still bring to mind echoes of New England back roads rambling on hair pin curves though red, orange, and yellow stained woods. Wooden fence posts ticking by, fields shrouded in curling mist beyond crumbling colonial stone walls.
Ah, home.
Perfect!
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