Need Machine

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released November 1, 2016

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Nathan Reich Nashville, Tennessee

"In addition to being a technically brilliant guitarist, Nathan's lyrics put you in a specific place and mindset - it usually has something to do with heartbreak, late nights, and waking up the next day in some new city." - Flavorpill

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Track Name: Perfect Teeth
Arrived in St. Louis with the sun on the arch
I set up the chairs and played my part
But the backrow was sleeping or staring at phones
Some things are worse than being alone

I don’t need the praises or colorful lights
I just want a bed that’s mine for the night
I see all those faces in those colorless rooms
The smell of the living and women’s perfume

Dark ocean blue
Such a nice windowless view
For endless days of hassles
What else am I supposed to do?

Bright summer muse
The only thing brighter than you
If you don’t want to hold my hand
I’ve got this guitar to use

She sang so sweet in a skeleton shirt
A nylon string she stole from a church
And I wanted to meet her and talk about her songs
But I felt like a creep and waited too long

So tonight I’ll be sleeping in the back of my van
Mosquitos biting my legs and my hands
When I close my eyes I see them all
I see all those cities and peeling black walls

Dark ocean blue
The only thing bluer than you
But I like your perfect teeth
And all your unfinished tattoos

Bright summer muse
The only thing brighter than you
If you don’t want to hold my hand
I’ve got this guitar to use

When I close my eyes I see them all
In those small town highways and those terrible halls
There is some kind of heat in the blood of a man
But then blood is so cold when it’s wet on your hands

Dark ocean blue
Love is a windowless room
If you don’t want to hold my hand
What else am I supposed to do?

Bright summer muse
The only thing brighter than you
If you don’t want to hold my hand
I’ve got this guitar to use