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"&lt;wm:embed type=\"related\"&gt;&lt;/wm:embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deer Tick&amp;apos;s John McCauley has a wobbly voice and a wobblier sense of self. &amp;quot;Raindrops like bullets on my fragile skin/Insecurities I&amp;apos;ve had are creeping within,&amp;quot; he croaks on &amp;quot;Twenty Miles&amp;quot; over chiming guitar and swelling backing vocals. Like all the songs on &lt;em&gt;The Black Dirt Sessions&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;quot;Twenty Miles&amp;quot; is pretty, atmospheric &amp;#x2014; and too self-serious. &lt;em&gt;Dirt&lt;/em&gt; has more mood pieces than songs, and the lyrics get just plain goofy. &amp;quot;Like a heart that&amp;apos;s hung in the sky,&amp;quot; he sings in &amp;quot;Christ Jesus,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The hard-on when I die.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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