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The Departed (St. Saddy's Day)

from The Chippers by Rocky Sullivan, Psy.D.

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from The Chippers, released April 19, 2024
Was it boredom or was it pain?
You were shooting shit in your vein,
Why’d you have to die?
Fall in with the departed,
We were just getting started.

It’s bright but it’s cold, and I can’t sober up,
Gotta pick up a bag, gotta put down my red cup,
Gotta get on a train, cuz I’m leaving’ today,
And I’m cursing the lord on this fucked Patrick’s Day.

The college kids here, they keep drinking green beer,
They’re okay,
And I can’t believe it ended this way.

Was it boredom or was it pain?
You were shooting shit in your vein,
Why’d you have to die?
Fall in with the departed,
We were just getting started.

I should’ve seen it, but you’d gotten clean,
And we were coming to get you,
Now I’m racked with fucking guilt,
We were partners perfecting our sound,
Then when I went down under, the shit went down.

Down in the basement, the shows/studios,
The most ridiculous can’t compare,
Now it’s like you took that part of me with you,
It’s gone for good, and I’m scared cuz I’m exactly like you.

Was it boredom or was it pain?
You were shooting shit in your vein,
Why’d you have to die?
Fall in with the departed,
We were just getting started.
Back in Boston our friends are drunk,
In Long Island our hearts are sunk,
I had yet to cry; no, I just felt defeated.
You just couldn’t beat it.

And if you were still here,
We’d grab a beer,
You’d say, “I know what I’m doing,
You got nothing to fear.”
You were crazy and stubborn right to the end,
But like your father just old me,
I lost a good friend,
And you were there when I was poisoned;
My negligence is hard to defend.

And the dirt hits your coffin,
I’m weak in the knees,
And I’m biting my cheeks to stop screaming.
And I’m blaming myself,
Not some fucked up disease,
Because you’re still alive when I’m dreaming,
And you’re still there for me.

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Rocky Sullivan, Psy.D. Oceanside, New York

With a head full of limericks and a belly full of potatoes, Mick Babe conscripted members of Bomb the Music Industry! and The Fad into The Rocky Sullivans, and they played Hibernian music stupidly fast and unnecessarily loud. Rocky Sullivan, Psy.D. is the band’s readeption. ... more

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