Missin Out' b​/​w Married

by Moor Hound

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Released on Flannelgraph Records FGR057

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released 24 February 2015

Songs written by Steve Marino © 2015 Moor Hound

Recorded and mixed by Burke Sullivan in Bloomington, IN

Mastered by Eric Day at Sleepwalk Recording

Steve Marino - Guitar/Vocals
Ben Claghorn - Bass/Backup Vocals
Dillon Enright - Drums
Kurt Friedrich - Keys/Piano

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Midwest folk/rock

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Track Name: Missin' Out
If you are in doubt
Keep it to yourself
There is no reason to put yourself out

Never got around to it
And not a day goes by
I'm not reminded of what I missed
A bare necessity
A basic human experience

Never figured out what caused it
Was it the stammer
Or the utter lack of confidence?
Or coming on too strong
At the first sign of interest?

If you are in doubt
Keep it to yourself
There is no reason to put yourself out

You are not the only one
Who feels like they are missin’ out on love

They say that there’s no shame in this
But a weakened sense of pride
Tells it all different
And no one can complain about something
They were never promised

So if you are in doubt
Because you’re missin’ out
There is no reason to put yourself down
Track Name: Married
Through the hall with the picture of us
From that winter trip to Canada
We never knew that it would fill a frame
Next to pictures from July 8
That rainy day where you changed your name

I remember coming home in a rush
With that sweet sick feeling in my gut
But nowadays I seem to take my time
Used to your body, used to our fights
Used to that feeling at the end of the night

But some things
You have to keep them in
Bound to the stale taste of love again

On the wall above the crayon marks
Our young sprout playing in the backyard
I always said I’d never have a kid
And I still don’t know if I regret it
Between disrupted plans and temper fits

But some things
You have to keep them with you
Bound to the fate that we all choose