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With my hands caked with dry blood
Painted in bold strokes for the effigies
Walking the streets at the rapture of dawn
Crossing candy wrapper road
And I’m not really wanting to feel wanted
Because there’s targets on my lower back
Razzia by the Elizabeth river
They’ve culled open the nonprofit, they’re fixing up the spokesman
My lungs are rubbed raw with self-satisfaction
I can see the invisible world
Crumbling against a coke waterfall
Tarry haze drips against the banks
Razzia by the Elizabeth river
Forget about the screen test, remember your paycheck
They did a profile on the launderer squad
They built a statue for the poster child
She’s moving not too far from her hometown
Hurricane bile’s now trauma nostalgia
Razzia by the Elizabeth river
Prayers are answered at the whims of the caprice
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Blank Pages
01:31
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I got dragged out of my hopelessness
Everyone in this town is sure to notice
I got a letter for you hand tailored with neurosis
I found you in all the blank pages
I found you amidst all the blank pages
If the address is really just your mom’s
I’m praying that she’ll just pass it along
Though I read you don’t even believe in God
I found you in all the blank pages
I found you amidst all the blank pages
I haven’t heard from you in six months
I really hope that you haven’t succumbed
To all those who sought to render you numb
I’d hate to cross a line but I thought you would respect
The balancing act grace I have like your subjects
I can act like you don’t have any effect
Oh, Woah, I hope you write back soon
Oh Woah, but what’s in it for you
Oh Woah, too kind to be cruel
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There’s nothing I can do but spend the rest of my life
I wanna spend the rest of my life yearning
I despise reality
I pride myself on my delusions
That everything will be fine
There’s nothing I wanna do but spend the rest of my life
Nothing I can do but spend the rest of my life
I wanna spend the rest of my life yearning
I despise reality
I pride myself on my delusions
That everything will be fine
There’s nothing I wanna do but spend the rest of my life
Nothing I can do but spend the rest of my life
There’s nothing I wanna do but spend the rest of my life
Nothing I can do but spend the rest of my life
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The Empiricists Rochester, Washington
The Empiricists are a band from Rochester, Washington.
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A collection of tunes that are both beautifully written and sung. If you're looking for songs chock full of lyricism that's clever and heart-stirring, then this is perfect for you.
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Everything's Fine
by kingtriumph
I adore the eclectic melodies on this album. The lyrics range from deadpan wit to heartfelt emotionality, and the quirkiness and hard work put into each song make it an essential listen.
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... and they were giants
by Raccoon Village
This is a masterclass not only of raw, catchy riffs, but also brilliant sequencing. To me, the highlight of every song here is the passionate vocals and powerful sincerity of the lyrics.
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The Convincer (20th Anniversary Edition)
by Nick Lowe
Released in 2001, “The Convincer” is a gentle gem in the Nick Lowe catalog; an anniversary edition provides opportunity for rediscovery.
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