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Picking the ticks off of you If you need me I’ll call you In wino shoes he drags his feet And I crawl toward you unkillably Reality TV argument bleeds Through the floor when i go to sleep Walk over the wet boards of a wooden bridge When I dont feel like being comforted Melting outward like a movie burning on the screen You and your broke dick sincerity Bar light flickering With high beams on were driving slow Through a dog legged logging road Look back and watch the engine blow Through the darkness and dripping snow
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Townies 03:15
Catchin up with the townies Some have gone but most are still around the ghosts of them surround me They hang on tight until they drown I met you in the neighborhood You had connects to get us high And then you sent my nudes around I never yelled at you about it cause you died Went to a party in the county Stokin bonfires with leaf blowers He got you in the back of his car just your sneakers and your drawers A group of girls went around tellin Everywhere you fooled around And gave you a strong reputation For being someone always down Off I-40 I crawl into your life beggin on my knees And I get it now You were 16 and bored and drunk and They’re just townies I catch up when I’m around
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scratch off ticket for the education lottery found 'im drowned in the creek face was puffy they hung his dirty jersey up in a trophy case next to his girlfriend in a picture with a varsity face I wound up here by holdin on Your faceless fear gathers like a mob I wound up here by holdin on I wound up here by holdin on Started the highway then ran out of money So we meet up at the on ramp, drink 20/20 Weeds grew into the springs of the trampoline You saw a pitbull puppy pissin off a balcony I wound up here by holdin on I wound up here by holdin on I wound up here by holdin on I wound up here by holdin on Misread your name at the wake Snack from a vending machine Like a smack on the ass At the back of a dream Mounted antlers in the kitchen on a crooked nail Other killers keep teeth keep the fingernails I wound up here by holdin on You reappear before I noticed you were gone I wound up here by holdin on I wound up here by holdin on
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Sweet song is a long con I drove ya to the airport with the E-brake on aint heard that voice in a long time had to check back there to make sure you were alive Angel hum of an electric car reverses toward me sometimes in my head I give up and flip the board completely But everybody gets along just fine cause the champagne tastes like elderberry wine and the pink boiled eggs stay afloat in the brine cause even the best champagne still tastes like elderberry wine You'll cry at commercials at an unbolted leg scraping against the ground as the tilt-a-whirl goes around roll one up say it's mostly CBD said I wanna have your baby cause I freckle and you tan I find comfort that angels don't give a damn But everybody gets along just fine cause the champagne tastes like elderberry wine and the pink boiled eggs stay afloat in the brine cause even the best champagne still tastes like elderberry wine But everybody gets along just fine cause the champagne tastes like elderberry wine cause your eyes are the green of tornado skies cause even the best champagne still tastes like elderberry wine
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Phish Pepsi 02:29
Snuck in through the tennis court laid in the dark on the carpeted floor came here for a party in middle school rode my bike home drunk off of a four loko last time I saw you was a live stream of a funeral you laughed when you told a story from when we were young looks like you're holdin up alright but I know it's sometimes hard to tell I don't sleep in that room anymore when the cicadas sync up they breathe too hard We watched a phish concert and human centipede two things I now wish I had never seen we smoked weed out of a pepsi can lyin' around under a christmas tree
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Candy Breath 02:52
Broken nose piercer Rotting away in to-go containers Guzzle it down at midnight In the fridge light Gather round the fighting cage Fueling the tire fire flame Scatter like cockroaches Through the dusty door You opened up a portal Into your sicko world Bitten through the reigns Surrounded by my sh sh sh sh shame We’ll fight over your body Drag you to the shore Whether or not they know it Everyone’s divorced Draggin through The mud Mired in Your candy breath Your candy breath
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Knockin on that screen door Even though I can see right through I feel like I’m almost good Enough, to know you Oversold myself On the night we met I’m not as entertaining as you Might’ve thought I was then I’m scared to death There's women less Spoiled by your knowing Newer and much sweeter Many much more patient With much more than I can give You have seen me angry I know its not been easy And i know it cant always be And that's the way love goes
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Cracked my tooth on a cough drop Winter stuck around after its gone Grocery store on christmas Parked too close to someone to get out Foreign coins machine wont take Cash out what we could to pay the rent The drunken dark is broken Sometimes it feels like it will never end Did ya think we’d make it Cant budge the water down the broken drain Firing the wedding band Someday ill kill the bitch inside my brain Threw up in the pit a the Death Grips show In a bottle spit dip and tell dirty jokes And you keep on feeding that afrin addiction Squeezing the bottle burning from itchin When you pick up that knife you are askin for a fight mouthed off to those bikers at a vacant stop light They’ll meet you outside Thought you’d get shipped home in a full body cast You never could get your head out of your ass Baptized to freedom and born in bondage Had to bury you deep to keep the dogs from diggin They’ll meet you outside
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Wasp 01:26
Wasp flew around my feet woke up when it stung me storm brought the rain to the porch pinned myself to floor my fear, my fate it never left it follows me into my bed your spirit watched me up the stairs i was embarrassed how i went Gods plan unfolds so slow
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Grocery store sushi You’re choppin ketamine With a motel room key Like a razor on a water slide Surgeon seeing your scalpel sewn inside You get past the cold spot in the lake And the easy things in life keep getting harder everyday potpourri dead smell of a stagnant creek Cause you rammed your car into a cherry blossom tree And rolled the tires down a muddy hill But you just keep swimming through until You get past the cold spot in the lake And the easy things in life keep getting harder everyday A street Juggalo sang us a sweet song on the porch When we lived downtown and whoever was near come on up Next week we saw her on a poster stapled to a pole She’d killed a guy and left the body layin by the road In between Broadways and the ramp to 23 Swimming through Cause to you It’s just like swimming through a cold spot in the lake And the sweetest parts of life keep getting bitter every day
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My legs were stickin to A leather chair The heat from the streets Makin waves in the air The police Talk to your husband on the phone As they put out the fire on ur neighbors burnt up home I twirled a baton out side And noticed the look his daughter had When her dad Pulled that Tacoma in the gravel drive they Forced themselves inside And found the scattered piles of a Carolina murder suicide I’d seen him swing his wrapped up hands At the bag in the garage And I’d heard him shooting bottles Off the top of a rotted wooden box The older brother Ran away Took a bag to a bus stop late at night He was a squirrel killing boy Who picked at splinters with a pocket knife The house Collapsed But the fire kept on burning at the scraps And I wondered if grief could break you in half When the gossip died and the Ruins rotted away in the rain And the fruit flies Went to sleep in the drain
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Gary’s II 02:35
Went for a drink at the bar down the road Watchin horses and betting your clothes You head out the door then to go for a smoke It hit on the way out and stubbed you your toe A guy rounds the corner in a fishermans hat And he hits you in the face with a baseball bat Takes a one look at you after he stopped to laugh Noticed he mistook you Got hit on behalf Of some bastard from the bar who had slept with his wife You said "I never seen you in my god given life" You stood up and brushed off And you felt for your mouth Your teeth had leapt from you so you spit em all out So you took up your pride And you took up the bat And you went for the shit head took out his knee caps You went the the dentist and he winced at your gums And he said that false teeth were your only option You said "go on ahead man and just take out the rest Even the good ones are doomed and im tired of them" The dentist took pause but said “seems fine to me” And thats how ya got dentures at age 33 You told me this story as you stood by your truck I said “gary man you have the worst of all luck” I always did wonder how your teeth stayed so nice When the only thing that you will drink is Pepsi

about

Can a self-portrait be a collage? Can empathy be autobiographical? What’s the point of living if we’re not trying to understand all the horror and humor that surrounds everything? These are a few of the questions lurking under the bleachers of Wednesday’s new album Bleeds, an intoxicating collection of narrative-heavy Southern rock that—like many of the most arresting passages from the North Carolina band’s highlight reel so far—thoughtfully explores the vivid link between curiosity and confession.

Bleeds is not only the best Wednesday record—it’s also the most Wednesday record, a patchwork-style triumph of literary allusions and outlaw grit, of place-based poetry and hair-raising noise. Karly Hartzman—founder, frontwoman, and primary lyricist—credits Wednesday’s tightened grasp on their own identity to time spent collaborating on previous albums, plus a tour schedule that’s been both rewarding and relentless. “Bleeds is the spiritual successor to Rat Saw God, and I think the quintessential ‘Wednesday Creek Rock’ album,” Hartzman said, articulating satisfaction with the ways her band has sharpened its trademark sound, how they’ve refined the formula that makes them one of the most interesting rock bands of their generation. “This is what Wednesday songs are supposed to sound like,” she said. “We’ve devoted a lot of our lives to figuring this out—and I feel like we did.”

Just like Rat Saw God, one of the defining rock & roll records of the 2020s so far, Bleeds came together at Drop of Sun in Asheville and was produced by Alex Farrar, who’s been recording the band since Twin Plagues. Hartzman again brought demos to the studio, where she and her bandmates—Xandy Chelmis (lap steel, pedal steel), Alan Miller (drums), Ethan Baechtold (bass, piano), and Jake “M.J.” Lenderman (guitar)—worked as a team to bulk-up the compositions with the exact right amounts of country truth-telling, indie-pop hooks, and noisy sludge. More than ever, the precise proportions were steered by the lyricism—not only its tone or subject matter, but also the actual sound of the words, as well as Hartzman’s masterfully subjective approach to detail selection.

Every image or scene is filtered through Hartzman’s agile, writerly brain. The particulars deemed essential all contain revelations about Hartzman’s specific obsessions and vulnerabilities, about the fragmented way she processes the world. Maybe sometimes the best way to locate truth or pain or dignity within your own life story, Bleeds suggests, is by crawling into someone else’s.

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released September 19, 2025

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