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Strawberry Fields

by Bob Gaulke

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1.
The Ship 02:37
Ship out at break of dawn-it’s all muscles and bones Sails billow, arteries plunge caffeine into its heart Into a sea of angry beasts crew hangs on with teeth Grumbles of mutiny flash through every dream Against stupid things, big stupid things-fighting reason in everything Sunken gold, we go deep-dark and cold swallow everything Meeting desire in all forms-marine life, ports of call Pirates on board quickly turned into lard Sky bears down on this ship, this crumb Pinched on the horizon by a deeply bored god
2.
Glide, slide on silent heels-let me change your mind about atmosphere Burning miles, wetting lips-Peacock strut’s all in the hips As we both face the wind feathers have eyes shoes-wingtips Smiling, divine that mating call repeats itself in a trill I bear the chaos of the world for your sake
3.
30 On 02:58
I remember 30 years ago snow on the sleeves of my coat houses on Clinton Avenue wrapped in solitude the lamps on the street lighting like t.v. where could solitude take us in the world was there life before death could we go out dressed like this who would understand what we couldn't express we were lost to it as soon as we were free with music time disappeared I remember you with that cigarette failing your second drivers test you could only see patterns of annoyance through your hair I wanted to be that cigarette between your lips on your breath in a scene filled with music i'd drive you out of there here we are in the world stilled with solitude don't you find it strange what's missing never changes
4.
Andy Partridge your secret friend you’re spinning records Just to hear him again something savory baking in swindon gooey delights in the record bin the cruel are winning everywhere you look the righteous hustling ignorant and poor muses moved out bands forgotten a plaintive shout to anyone listening Andy Partridge wants you to do it yourself he’s done it so long you take him for granted for the sake of the song length of a kiss fill the world with color confuse the idiots you hang on to yourself when there’s no one left records on the shelf tell you what’s next
5.
Tedium 02:38
I don’t like it medium my pleasures are rare more than a bit of repetition is more than I can bear I’ve counted up a trillion stars in the night sky a one shoe on while undressing you twice it all gets tedious it all gets heavy the taste of wine smell of yesterday it all gets tedious you were just saying that story again about old friends missing I take my weather wet my jokes dry I have few regrets about giving you the eye here we are years later another worn cliche still waking with this optimism up each day
6.
We’re alone together in this fight Holding onto ourselves despite Centrifugal forces pulling us apart Blown strands of cotton candy hearts Our desires have never felt so close Our fears never so overdosed We catch ourselves holding our own throats Hoping it’s just a cold My fellow Americans, my billion distractions Do we have a plan are we playing dead That dream we have in our heads Shining hill’s obscured but still there Mellow dreamlands-tainted fields of grain We have the technology-we can build her again
7.
Sugarhigh 02:20
Glucose hits the blood,feelings of love Licking fingers in your hair, cotton candy  Head dizzy, heart’s spinning Pop music’s in my ears, be my diabetes You’re my sugar high in the summer sky Follow you through clouds we both come crashing down I could be a child-you could be mine  Ageless and weightless at the same time None of these pleasures can be taken slowly  Cut out the protein, tighten your stockings Stomach sick through the night Swear on the porcelain, you’ll do everything right Dreaming dreams of the rarebit fiend Appetite a cat, back in the morning Don’t wanna last forever-where’s the flavor in that Discard the wrapper-I melt in your hands 
8.
Come along if you want-become a line in the song Our drive takes us so far-then we put havianas on They said it’d be a better life-you missed the fine type Cold-hearted smiles, robotic nights so far from home You miss Sundays in Bahia-oh the very idea Somedays we don’t hear from you, crying on your pillow Sundays in Bahia, sun setting’s nearer Smoke another baseado on the Rua Princesa Isabel Work then work some more-posters in the window Showing tropical places you already know

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All-Killer/No Filler. The extroverted sister to "One Last Shot". Painting, "Strawberry Fields" by Patricia Chueke.

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released June 6, 2023

Bob Gaulke- Bass + Vocals
Kevin Cerovich- Trombones + Drums
Leon Gruenbaum- Keyboards
Kenny Coleman- Guitars
Emilia Cataldo- Backing Vocals

with:

Sean Flora- Bass on "30 On"
Greg Odell- Drums on "30 On"

Mixed and Mastered by Martin Scian

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Rootless cosmopolitan. I sometimes produce others.

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