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Tiny Towns
03:46
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I’ve been dreaming sideways
Head stuck in a metaphorical daze
I can’t see straight
too many gin and tonics these days
Been all around the tiny towns
I’m search of that American sound
Suburbia is such a terrible bore
Too much sorrow to ignore
Gotta get the hell outta dodge
We can see the writing on the wall
Gotta get the hell outta dodge
We can see the writing on the wall
All the faces look so pained
Trying to win a loosing game
Does it feel like every main street
Has the same general beat
I wish with all my broken heart
We could live with the wilderness
Time and distance rip us apart
Hands of fate deal loneliness
Gotta get the hell outta dodge
We can see the writing on the wall
Gotta get the hell outta dodge
We can see the writing on the wall
Goin blind from closing our eyes
We can’t read the writing on the wall
Goin blind from closing our eyes
We can’t read the writing on the wall
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Holiday
02:30
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Need more than coffee
Two shots or more
I’ve worked through a sun
Rise and set before
We should go away
Take a holiday
Chase horizons down
Hide our heads in sand
Spend all day in the sun
Hide from everyone
I’m clocked in
But checked out
Wasting my day
Just for pay
We should go away
Take a holiday
Chase horizons down
Hide our heads in sand
Spend all day in the sun
Hide from everyone
Killing my self
For the PTO
But where would I
Even go?
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Tercel Wilmington, North Carolina
Wall-of-noise guitars in alternate tunings, the give-and-take singing between the vocalists, Chris Vinopal’s pedal steel in all its brightness, Taylor Salvetti’s driving drum beats to accent the changes: Tercel knows the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. And in this, we are all smothered in the green glow of existence. Go outside. Enjoy the light. ... more
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