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Dance On The Blacktop

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1.
Zero Day 03:57 video
Everything starts the same Infinity Oblivion Light abandons me Exhale sky Swallow vanity Hostage of unspeakable mistrust Motionless migration of dust Blood that binds Oxygen and time Beautiful Rarest plague Light abandons me I guess I wasn’t meant to see Hostage of unspeakable mistrust Motionless Emotionless Empire of rust Feverish children In the Lions Den Gather them all Empty sky of everlasting misfortune The Harvest is dead
2.
Dear Cambria, Youre floating up the stream She asked, “Would you sink with me?” Pleased to see ya, But bird watchers stalk the bridge Beneath where blue line rails begin Messy Living I could sleep all day Itching Wishing We can find a holy place See Cambria Sprawled out on the grass Clementines inside her mouth Could you steal a sweet kiss for me Behind the barren Lehigh tree Rolling down the hill It won’t be long When tomorrow comes We'll climb out the hole Dear Cambria, you’re floating up a stream Dear Cambria, Do ya know what I mean?
3.
Lay your dizzy head my love On my faithless shoulder Be careful not to lean too hard For I will surely falter We often cry But never seem to try A victim of a hostile smile Aborted and exhausted With arms around each others necks We want to be unwanted We were sitting in the sun Smoldering a love The drugs were never strong enough To move my heart I could never learn to change As death moves in When I’m dead leave the thoughts inside my brain Inside my head
4.
Blue day, red cigarettes First one flipped up again Bracing for more fatigue I wont stand on two feet or fall Hold my plastic migraine Keep it open again Bracing for more fatigue I wont stand on two feet or fall Fleeting attempt at discreet landfall Shaking from the caffeine I cant say what i mean at all I've hit the wall Too tired to walk Too stubborn to crawl I've hit the wall
5.
Us/We/Are 03:34
Someday I know it sounds crazy Theres static in my head Everything red Everything red I opened up a can and cut myself instead Reading These books make me crave it There's mold on the bread Everyone gets fed Everything gets dead I wandered through the words I thought I lost my head And I wonder if we'll stay in touch again Or have lunch again I know I won’t be falling in your trap Cause you’ll be dead
6.
Lost and found and lingering Vapor angels climb from sewer holes Young and dumb and full of tears Its never a true love until it goes Souls faded out, kiss to kiss, blackened eyes, bloody lips and scars Don't hide your face The people stare, we never cared Hollow streets are whistling Singing songs and marching off to war Screaming at our childhood Its clear to see we haven’t come too far You claw away at night in turn the night will chew away at who you are Go back to sleep Its easier to never see While the world is keeping all the stars away We run rampant through the night
7.
Street cleaners Waking me Flu infected city Prostitutes of sleep Pummeled brain Late L train Manhattan rain Terrible shame Stop all the clocks in my brain Clog all the veins and the drains Build a coffin around this house Dismantle the sun from the couch First Ave stop Fear of fate Live forever No escape Human sound City voice Weighing down Sickening noise Lost in a dream, but it wasn’t oh well Shook outta heaven, fell into hell
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I don't wanna see Where we go Where we go I don't wanna see If they grow I'll never know I don't wanna feel Sun and warmth Sun and warmth I don't wanna feel Anymore I'm very bored Sitting on the porch Living with the flies Your headlights blind us all Nothing's a surprise Anymore I don't wanna know Why Im low Why Im low I don't wanna know Why I'm alone Always alone Nothing's a surprise
9.
Funeral blues Even dirt weeps Blooming exit Brought to a freeze I have never bothered to look Inside myself to find myself On scribbled notes Every flower Thinks of me My pollination Resembles debris A thousand faces Not one could replace A single soul Consumed by waste A thousand mirrors Reflect disgrace A house of cards Engulfed in flames An off white lie Thats come undone Composing suffering That fall on ears Of no-one

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NOTHING’s third full-length recording, Dance On The Blacktop, is the next chapter in the band’s tumultuous story and like its predecessors, pulls from all corners of life with a focus on the bleak and despairing. Captured by renowned producer John Agnello (Sonic Youth, Dinosaur Jr., Kurt Vile) at Dreamland Studio in Woodstock, NY, Dance On The Blacktop is a stirring collection of songs accentuating the band’s love for all sounds 90s from both sides of the pond; from alternative rock and shoegaze to the realms of pop and post-punk. Across the course of 45 minutes, NOTHING weave together nine tales of heightened confusion, anxiety, paranoia, depression and chronic pain juxtaposed against angelic yet apocalyptic, reverberating walls of shimmering sound. Dance On The Black Top is a fervent, emotional tour-de-force, the sound of a band at the peak of their individuality.

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released August 24, 2018

2018 Relapse Records
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Nothing Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

People often wonder why Philadelphia's NOTHING are so damn loud. In the case of many artists, the volume stems from a preoccupation with negativity, misanthropy and the human condition, drawn from the band's own personal experiences. In the case of NOTHING, that volume, rather than a selling point, is the only way the band has been able to translate the difficulty of real-life into musical form. ... more

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