A continuation of Los Borrachos (I Don’t Have Any Hope Left, But the Weather is Nice), Souls tells the tale of the consequences and lessons of a party with someone he once admired. Over the course of the Party, he becomes increasingly isolated, culminating in his leaving alone. “I waited for you… until I left and headed home.” "...the development of the ego on a typical Friday night." -- Car Seat Headrest Tumblr "All that alcohol from Los Borrachos is starting to set in.

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