Burning all my candles, i'll just wait for oblivion
Lighting up my photos, i can’t wait to start again

Yes it’s a bitter pill, too sharp to ignore, when the body is begging the mind
Sad things start to resonate, yea, when the romance washed away

This is the only way, you’re gonna have to eat your heart out
Too late, I realize, I’m just a conduit for the pain
it's like a phone call late at night, its burning up your life
I’m dying just to give you any broken part of me you’ll take

Just us - two stupid kids, burning up our place, how’s anyone supposed to live here now?
Skipping through the street and singing “this is not my life...” 

Burning all my candles, i'll just wait for oblivion
Lighting up my photos, i can't wait to start again

Is it enough? To be alone, in all we feel? It feels too real
The empty space is harmony - it’s just a conduit for the pain

This is the only way, you’re gonna have to eat your heart out
Too late, I realize, I’m just a conduit for the pain
it's like a phone call late at night, it’s burning up your life
I’m dying just to give you any broken part of me you’ll take

Conduit

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Grocer is a band that demands context and attention: listen to just one song or wander away mid-set to smoke a cigarette, and you’ll completely miss what they’re about. Featuring three distinct vocalists/lyricists, Grocer is a band that grooves, but never quite settles; a group that loves a good melody, yet remains moments away from chaos. Recently described as “if The Pixies wrote a musical”, their on-stage chemistry is undeniable whether ripping through an Audiotree session or playing in their home city of Philadelphia.

Their forthcoming sophomore album, Numbers Game, is full of these tricks, nods, and winks as the band rearranges the puzzle pieces of 90s-influenced rock and dissonant pop into something utterly their own. Originally imagined as a four song EP, Numbers Game came about in two quick bursts: The first when the quartet isolated themselves in rural Georgia in January 2021 to focus on writing and escaping the pandemic, and the second immediately following an overwhelming six-week national tour the summer of that year.

Frequently, the songs find Grocer attempting to escape the turmoil of the outside world by turning inward, only to find struggles existing just as intensely within themselves: scattered throughout are allusions to technology dependencies, social complacencies, and overall realizations that they may not be the angels they presumed they were. Recorded quickly in hopes of mirroring the unhinged nature of Grocer’s live performances, Numbers Game is a cathartic, immersive dive into a band that refuses to stop searching. 

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Let’s circle back to all that force from before
By now, I had assumed I’d be accomplishing more
No luck, as of yet I’m bunk
Every bet I stuck with boiled down to junk

Let’s give a name to what I’m worrying on
Look out or inward every infrastructure is gone
Some rush, whitened in the front
Hoofin it by touch
Pick a way and run

I don’t hear my name, so I shout it out
All proof of this ends in the ground

Summing things up
Aware of the door
I know you’re leaving soon lady I done this before
Be gone, shutter up the shop
These undercover lost causes are floating to the top

Done gazing in no longer lingering on
Why this entire planet must envision me wrong
Some rush, white and in the front
Poking just for fun
Pick away and run

I don’t see my face, so I’ll point it out
All proof of this ends in the ground

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Grocer - Pick A Way

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lyrics:
Spot your fake friends
Drop your patience 
Tie them laces
Throw them faces

Stuck in the air level
I don't ever wanna hear from you
Stuck in a water level 
I don't ever wanna hear from you
Stuck in a fire level
I don't ever wanna hear from you
Dropped from the earth level 
I can never dream to hear from you

Bossy in the morning
After dreaming of the past
Never tell me dreams about me
Only if we're gonna last

The Whole valley's Satriales
When I stay away from you
The Whole valley's Satriales
More I stay away from you
The Whole valley's far from jolly
When I keep attached to you
The Whole valley's Satriales
When I stay away from you

Bossy in the morning
After dreaming of the past
Never tell me dreams about me
Only if we're gonna last

ALL VALLEY SATRIALES

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solo artist making music on Awabakal Land

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