I'll just close my eyes. Don't need to watch the sunrise over an absent sky. I'll just yell until I'm heard or my lungs give out. I would tear myself blind to see any kind of sign, if only I could find a feeling of home in an empty house.
Love me, hate me, kill me, anything. Just let me know you're there.
It's not where you are, it's where you aren't. I'm drowning in sea that you just can't part. And silence is misunderstood, it answers questions that words never could.
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i bought "Home, Like NoPlace Is There" because the band is currently switching to a different record label, resulting in their music being off spotify, and i don't know how to get through a day without this album whalebonescult
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019