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Mixing and Mastering by Jake Juusola
lyrics
Joanie gets her picture taken every week;
She just smiles when they turn the camera 'round to see;
what they've done to her, what they've done to her;
And she's got her haircuts every Tuesday night;
They cut her up like a collage until the pieces fit just right;
They tell her she's looking great;
She thought she always looked that way;
And her whole life's spent waiting for Friday nights;
She takes off her makeup, walks the city for the night;
Where no one knows her, no one knows her;
Cause no one knows her, no one knows her;
Joanie heard that pictures steal your soul;
Doesn't quite believe it, but she feels that there's a hole;
Cause they all know her, but they don't know her;
And she treats her job like it's Christmas eve;
They took something beautiful and made it just 'bout selling things;
Oh it is, the holiest of sins;
And her whole life's spent waiting for Friday nights;
She takes off her makeup, walks the city for the night;
Where no one knows her, no one knows her;
Cause no one knows her, no one knows her;
And one night when walking down broadway,
she'll finally hear what I've said;
One night when walking down broadway,
Joanie won't come back to bed;
One night walking down broadway,
Joanie will finally hear what I'm saying;
One night when walking down broadway,
It'll be to catch a plane;
And her whole life's spent waiting for Friday nights;
She takes off her makeup, walks the city for the night;
Where no one knows her, no one knows her;
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022