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Last Night's Cigarettes. . .
Ben Jezierski With Mighty Fine Wine
"This is the poetry of addiction, of self-destructive nights in corner bars, and of lives built around the oblivion of sex, music and chemically fueled escapism. . ."
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First in last out. . . | 1:44 | Play |
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Exodus. . . | 1:10 | Play |
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Quick-dry. . . | 7:16 | Play |
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Telegram. . . | 1:29 | Play |
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Wall flower: the hypoglycemic blues. . . | 1:35 | Play |
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Apples and cornflowers. . . | 2:05 | Play |
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El Diablo. . . | 1:36 | Play |
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Epitaph. . . | 1:22 | Play |
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Dance. . . | 1:09 | Play |
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Latifro. . . | 1:35 | Play |
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Eight ball. . . | 1:41 | Play |
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8:16 and mentholated. . . | 1:58 | Play |
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Godstone. . . | 3:00 | Play |
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Ghost. . . | 2:30 | Play |
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Description
Imagine Scranton, Pennsylvania, a town once famous for its anthracite, prostitution and burlesque shows until the coal, iron and railroad industries pulled out, leaving it economically wounded - but with a rich cultural heritage that shaped its values.
Backed by Northeast PA favorites Mighty Fine Wine, "Last night's cigarettes. . ." blows the dust off the things that often go unnoticed in a working class community: the people who live there, the choices they've made, and the ultimate price they pay for having made them.
This is the poetry of addiction, of self-destructive nights in corner bars, of lives built around the oblivion of sex, music and chemically fueled escapism.
It's the music of parking lots, written with the engine running - on an evening in May like a page ripped from November. . .