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Disco Nomads
03:48
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You were made for dancing
There's nothing else you need
Reason don't travel
Beneath your feet
Philosophy's senseless
Poets are weak
Internet's useless
Money's just not funky
Come up go down
Day in and out
From your soles to the clouds
Turn your insides out
Tension builds
With nowhere to go
You've read about it
Now feel the love
Running always running,
That's so obsolete
The body takes over
Now you're complete
Cut off from above
We've been on our own too long
Can't remember where we're going
Or where in fact we're from
Following a distant star
Into a poorly lit bar
Matching scars with disco nomads
Making love with gin and scotch
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You Invented Sex
03:03
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You were so bored; couldn't feel any more
Everything fell into parts
You felt cold; the work was hard
So you made something up
You invented sex; what a good idea
Though I'd thought of it first; you really gave it wheels
Think of the people hurting in this life
Who could be healed with this thing
Taking off their clothes; getting so close
If they knew what would disappear
You invented sex; what a scary thing
Maybe it will never work; maybe it's too weird
Touching each other; dissolving all fear
How could anyone return to their work?
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Midnight March
03:07
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Walking at night under industrial lights
into a bedroom with a bass guitar
I've had this act for a life or a half
its gotten me to where you are
Seeing your face at an hour this late
Disintegrates dark thoughts
I could believe time means nothing
These moments outweigh years of nothing much
My hair's out of place I'm sweat-stained
My monkey trunk's there in the hall;
Full of ideas and a couple of things
That I've let wear me down
The delight the discovery of someone new
Papers over a pain that feels tatooed
We could be a million people we could be ourselves
Shedding skins on greasy beds
Holding you with dirty hands
Feeling your skin breathing you in
Holding you with dirty hands
From ecstasy to fear we go and back again
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Everything Unsaid
03:41
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Everything unsaid
Melts in your pillow
Sticks to your hands
Spelling your name
In the window
Filling the night with its shadow
Lips move your tongue comes out
Words formed, drop out
Eyes connect with something else
What it is you won't tell
Legs swing I follow
I can't explain its power
Everything unsaid
Fills your eyelids
Eats at your brain
Most minutes most hours
Fall into its soft mouth
I think about it in isolation
I lose all concentration
Everything unsaid
Fills my eyelids
Eats at my brain
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Pink Snow
02:02
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Pink snow falls on
Futamatagawa
Covering coupons
On the ground
Pink snow falls
One week in April
Opening
Dimensions lost
Picnics come to the city
Families in the park
Pink snow stays one week only
Before becoming sludge
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Heading East
02:51
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The laughter cans are empty.
The sound bites have no teeth.
You pile your pills in pyramids.
But I’m just heading east.
i’m just heading east
i’m just heading east.
Got a silent girl.
Got a silent room.
We can sit together,
Contemplate the moon.
The internet is no more.
The palm-pilots have crashed.
You can try to economize.
But i’ve gone off the graph.
i’m just heading east
i’m just heading east.
Got this silent girl.
She gets on my nerves.
i’ll leave her behind
Without a single word.
Leave my worries far behind
Without a single word.
I’m just heading east.
I’m just heading east.
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Ferris Clock
02:30
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We took a ride on the Ferris Clock
Kissing a city with a zillion watts
We got high we got down
Forgetting time when we were on top
We could see all connections
Between our lives and reflections
Between love and paying bills
Buying guitars and cement hills
I could pretend I was directing
Out a window in widescreen
We took a ride on the Ferris Clock
Having a time until it stopped
Happiness doesn't take much
Pull a switch thinking goes off
Happiness is easily bought
Tricks work round the clock
Feeling ourselves spun amongst
Coffee, clothes, motion, and love
I could see nothing else
Than you upside down in that dress
Leaving problems on the ground
Faraway and very small
Happiness soon forgets
It's ever been anywhere else
Spinning tighter 'round the familiar
Burning pleasure up and down
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Important Meeting
02:52
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The flower and the bee
The fruit on the street
Redness of your ears
Enzymatic bliss
But seriously
Respectfully
Concentrate
It's an important meeting
Time-stretching tea
Spilling on paper things
Speeches in ears
Sit uncomfortably
No pulling hair or biting skin
Stop that pencil rolling
Do you feel the urgency
Of an important meeting
The flower and the bee
The fruit in the street
The redness of your face
The sweat on my lips
Insides shouldn't spill out
Your mind is a lake
Everyone is fine
Laughter is a sign
Of neuroses
The flower and bee
The fruit in the street
Ladies in waiting
The train, the train
The look on your face
Monday's rain
Paper apartment
In a plastic frame
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Tiny Trucks
02:22
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I think of it as my duty
Spending working hours with you
Staring at the clock, wondering
If two bodies make it move
Every day is a movie
Starring you and these products
We'd take ourselves seriously
If there wasn't something to stop us
Black trucks wave us "welcome"
Potato vans send us home
Sanitation trucks clean money
Buses pass on the road
Meet me in the combini
For our favorite roulette
Is it red bean or green tea
Wrapped under the package?
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Bob Gaulke
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