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England Keep My Bones, 2011
Written by Frank Turner
Surely one of Turner's masterworks, this song finds him asking — rather, demanding — to be scattered into England's reservoirs after he dies. "And then specks infinitesimal of my mortal remains / Will slide down seven million throats and into seven million veins / And I will creep through their capillaries to the marrow of their bones." Turner all but roars the lines. It's brash, loud, muscular, cathartic, proud, victorious.
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