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One Last Shot

by Bob Gaulke

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1.
Wild 02:33
Wild (G) Had a feeling you were wild  Never thought you were with it Bet you preferred to hide it at times  Half-wishing to kill it  As it tried to fuck your professionalism I noticed It’s the only thing keeping you alive When you come to think of it Everything you do the rest of the time  Is just a form of accounting 
2.
Petals of Yes (B) Under layers of no lie petals of yes Defenses form points on a stem We attack below-substances meet our advance All the no's make big one yes Faster, faster, evolution on its back All yeses on the ground spread Defenseless against happiness
3.
Viral Dream 02:57
I’ve run into memories in many different cities starting over several times only to find they found me I get to a point of being paralyzed the weight of beauty is the burden of memory children on the bus women in the park lovers in the dark pulling my heart images loop in my mind words form a line moments of happiness illuminate dark nights they won’t be regrets as long as I’m breathing pain washes over me humbling me with its meaning the sweetness of life leaves me traumatized I can’t survive without giving it up mutating, it multiplies into some kind of love
4.
Owners 02:35
Happy for a minute without considering This swirling, uncurling Love for a second doesn't reckon Clouds forming it’s storming Maybe what we have is what we don’t possess Touch for it a moment-we don’t own it Maybe what we have doesn’t make sense It moves around then goes beyond Taking us with it for a moment We think about it-we don’t own it Asking ourselves where we’re going We can’t answer-we just feel it
5.
Every Red 02:11
Give me every kind of red From your lips to the wine And when you say there's nothing left I get the pen and cross out your lines Smudges on your neck sunset on faces pot itching our eyes Sunburnt legs cream in the dark pain and pleasure fight our minds I'll give you every kind of red blood soaking meat we don’t buy You’ll wear every kind of red behind sunglasses with three likes In ochre with ketchup nail polish on your tongue In a fascination trap cutting shapes ’til dawn
6.
This is why we can't have nice things (emaj/bmaj) someone's desires blind our eyes
 send us reeling cracking our minds reminding us we're here just once
 in bodies fragile as our thoughts ideas linger half a life long
 burning fingers wetting tongues remaining too hot to stomach until we’re naked, confronted feel it in this waking dream puzzle over what it could mean cupping drops in a stream this is why we can’t have nice things taken together making explosions rocking each other to foundations paradoxes trapped inside we’re wondering for the second half of our lives
7.
Your great indifference (E) Once I conquered all distances
I set out for your interior Quashing all resistance,
Hesitations, and signs of fire You had questions, clinging to thoughts I stripped them off of you, brought your body along And now it's just your great 
Indifference that turns me on I bring you mountains of flowers
 I run joggers off cliffs Got you the latest technology
 sewn into your wrist But you don't twitch a nostril
 You barely sneer a lip Powered by a global boredom
 That leaves us incontinent Somehow you keep the mystery in ice like a sphinx At a reception for rich children
 Who'll need decades of therapy It's your great indifference That truly gets to me
8.
hits keep coming (c minor) just when you've had enough
 odometer's already spun there's further to run 
 more to come taste for novelty breeds
 needs for too many things (you were so naive 
back in 2013) hits keep coming 
in an endless parade they’re recycling
 ancient trades wheels humming 
tracks never been laid either have you
-now that’s changing red lights, warning signs sonor blips, MRI's chalk outlines redefine
 where we draw the line hits keep coming 
there's no come back take the lumps fake it for laughs hits keep coming
 we run the gauntlet over and over again

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8 hot ones arranged by the brilliant Matt Carrillo (aka Yung Mehico), mixed by Alex Nehas (Bright Brown). Painting by Patricia Chueke.

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released June 6, 2023

Bob Gaulke- Voice + Guitar
Matt Carrillo- Piano, Keyboards, Synths, Bass Synths, + Saxes.
Mixed by Alex Nehas
Artwork by Patricia Cheuke

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