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“I refuse to write out lyrics for any of my domestic releases. I remember when I was 11 or 12 years old and I would listen to a song over and over and I would make up my own lyrics because I couldn't understand what they were saying. And later when I got the internet I googled the lyrics: What was he really saying?”

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Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard

Jay Reatard was an influential American rock musician known for his unique musical style and vibrant yet brief career. His music blended punk, rock, and indie elements, winning the hearts of many fans. more

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