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"Righteous Music Whole" is a powerful track featuring an aggressive 808 beat, epic dubstep hip-hop drop, and complex progression. With deep raspy baritone vocals, the song builds intensity through studio reverb and dynamic sound effects. Jack Righteous weaves biblical themes with modern beats, taking you on a spiritual journey from Eden to the promised land. Feel the energy, ignite the flame, and embrace the power of Righteous Music.

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🎧 Track: Blonde in the Blackburn Shirt
Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
Mood: Melancholisch • Ironisch • Bittersweet • Literarisch
Tempo: Midtempo (~90–100 BPM)

A jangly, bittersweet tribute to the kind of girl who breaks you with nothing but a glance and a football shirt.

Glittering guitar riffs collide with dry, punchy drums and a melodic bassline straight out of an 80s UK indie B-side. Baritone vocals trace a poetic obsession — a blonde phantom in the home stand, wearing Lewis Travis' number like it’s stitched to your fate.

This is romantic melancholy in floodlight blue, built from chip-shop queues, cider nights, and the existential loneliness of chanting for love that never turns around.

📍 Inspired by outsider culture, matchday myths, and the beautiful futility of wanting what won’t wave back.

“She don’t wave, she don’t flirt — but she’s killing me in that shirt.”

Lyrics:

Queued for chips — she skipped the line
Smiled like sin, boots laced fine
Ponytail snapped like a crossbar kiss
Blonde flash in a working-class myth

She don’t cheer — she testifies
When Travis scores, she doesn’t sigh
I mouth the chants, but I’m not there
I’m tangled in the flood of her hair

She’s got strut like floodlights hum
Late game chill — I come undone
27 stitched to her back
And I collapse — straight through the cracks

Blonde in the Blackburn shirt — oh God
Moves like regret in a hometown fog
She don’t wave, she don’t flirt
Still, she ruins me in that shirt

Blonde in the Ewood row — so close
I’m two seats deep in silent hope
She’s got poise, she’s got verve
Blonde in the shirt — more than I deserve

Burger van smoke, her voice cuts clean
Curses fouls like a matchday queen
“Southern ref’s a joke,” she says
Still flawless in that cheap terrace haze

I saw her tagged in someone’s snap
Pub light, chant night, cider laugh
She’s not a dream, she’s pitch and breath
And I’m a poet choking on regret

She don’t pose, she don’t play
Just shatters hearts each Saturday
Number 27, pride and curse
And I’m the first… to write this verse

Blonde in the Blackburn shirt — oh God
Moves like a sigh in a packed old sod
She don’t wave, she don’t flirt
But I’d trade my soul for that shirt

Blonde in the Ewood glare — no lie
She’s pure midwinter in July
She’s got grace, she’s got nerve
Blonde in the shirt — more than I deserve

She’s not famous — not online
But she walks like clockwork misaligned
Every lad writes her name in chalk
She don’t reply — she just walks

Blonde in the Blackburn shirt — oh yeah!
Burns like a flare in the match-day air
She don’t wave, she don’t flirt
But she’s breaking blood in that shirt

Blonde in the home stand crush — so near
I’d buy a scarf just to breathe her sphere
She’s got rhythm, she’s got nerve
Blonde in the shirt — more than I deserve

Blonde in the shirt…
She don’t know…
She just hurts…

Blonde in the Blackburn Shirt

🎧 Track: Love Won’t Pack Its Things
Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
Mood: Bittersweet • Melancholic • Ironically Devastated
Tempo: Midtempo (~92 BPM)

A jangly, melancholic anthem for anyone still haunted by love that overstayed its welcome. “Love Won’t Leave” wraps emotional devastation in melodic wit — bittersweet verses sharpened by baritone deadpan, set against glimmering guitar lines, melodic bass runs, and dry, punchy drums.

The lyrics cut deep with poetic irony: a year has passed, but love lingers like damp in the walls. This is the sound of trying to exorcise a ghost with your record collection, kissing doppelgängers, and burning the bed just to feel something new — only to wake up whispering the same name.

“You killed the spark, then walked away / But love won’t leave. It loves to stay.”

📍Best played loud at midnight with headphones and too much

Lyrics:

It’s been a year — I counted twice
Still flinch at kindness, still pay the price
You slammed the door, I wrote a song
You moved on fast — I moved on… wrong

You had a glare that peeled paint off the wall
A voice like frostbite, and no heart at all
But here I sit with your ghost in my head
Love won’t leave, though it’s better off dead

Love won’t pack its things and go
I beg, I plead — but it says no
I burned your pictures, blocked your name
Still wake up whispering just the same
It’s not fair — and it’s not kind
To trap my heart and rob my mind
You were a mess — you made me pay
But love won’t leave. It wants to stay

I kissed someone with your shade of hair
Felt nothing much — just stale despair
I list your crimes like shopping lists
But longing edits every twist

I screamed you out through post-punk songs
Played jangle chords all autumn long
Still, some nights — you're just there somehow
Like damp that rises through the now

Love won’t pack its things and go
No matter how I tell it so
I changed the locks, I burned the bed
Still dream of you inside my head
You were a storm — a flash, a curse
But silence now is even worse
You killed the spark, then walked away
But love won’t leave. It loves to stay

I paint you cruel in every scene
I write you out — still you're between
The lines I cross, the friends I lose
The songs I write. The lives I bruise

Love won’t pack its things and go
I talk in echoes, move too slow
You’re not the one I need today
But love just won’t get out the way
I want release — I beg, I pray
But love’s a squatter. And it won’t pay

Love Won’t Pack Its Things

🎧 Riding My Bicycle
Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🕰️ ~92 BPM · 🎹 Key of E Major · 🎸 Melancholic • Bright • Ironically Isolated

A jangly ode to weekday melancholy in full sunlight. "Riding My Bicycle" captures the existential emptiness of post-work hours with glimmering guitars, melodic basslines, and dry, baritone vocals.

The sun’s still high — like it’s mocking you — and the only thing moving is your creaking bike and a mind replaying quiet disappointments. Garden hoses hiss, phones stay silent, and the half-empty street mirrors a half-empty self.

✨ Think:
– Sparkling, bittersweet guitar lines
– Rhythmic nostalgia à la early 80s UK underground
– Lyrical loneliness with melodic irony

📝 “Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt.”

Lyrics:

Clock-out click and the air stands still
My shirt sticks like a guilty thrill
The bike creaks low as I push away
Another wasted, whisper-grey day

Nobody waved when I left the door
Nobody waits on my second floor

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Garden hoses hiss like snakes in dreams
The world pretends it’s what it seems
But every house with lights inside
Just echoes back my quiet ride

I check my phone like it might care
Then put it back — there’s nothing there

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Tomorrow’s forecast: more of the same
A quiet commute, a forgotten name
TV glow and a fork on a plate
Dinner for one never tastes that great

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Half-empty street...
Half-empty me...
Half of a life
in full daylight grief...

Riding My Bicycle

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