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Sleep Is For the Week, 2007
Written by Frank Turner
I love, love Frank Turner. He's my favorite folk-punk anarchist rocker. This song is entirely acoustic. It's a first-person account of waking up hungover at an unfamiliar house, feeling guilty and sick, being judged by better-dressed people who know where they're going. "It was about then that I realized I was half-way through the best years of my life." Will the narrator make something out of the day? Will the narrator change his habits? Or is it an endless cycle? Turner's songs don't usually offer pat answers, just urge you to think.
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