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How are we expecting to pay for all these spies?
How are we expecting to carry all these shoes?
How are we expecting to threaten all these kids?
How are you just leaving Brooklyn with your sister’s bike?
How are we expecting to carry all this light?
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Do not expose the instrument to extremes of temperature and humidity.
Unplug the system during thunderstorms.
Take care of your discovery.
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Faenza
05:25
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The age we’ve come builds new quiet. Jackets off. A lewd “shhh” small 100 years, the larger parts of custom tops benefit and that’s all, radio spread there out of quiet, quiet static, clear air, waterfall.
Why would you do that? Why would you give us the time if you had time? Bud, there’s none here. We pulled our legs off. And maybe half of us, we pulled our livers out. You made a happening. You made this happen.
We have been hallowed. We have been hollowed out. Cut me down.
Come cut me down.
Shine!
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Understated or safely in place: one tiny purpose for an hour.
Give me your wallet and hold me a place (one tiny purchase for an hour).
Every once in awhile you say: “everything you own, baby, holds my ghost’s ghost”. Maybe I see. I’m choking at the thought that’s sullenly surrounding us, baby: what extends you maybe hates me. I’m writing this down and writing off what we hold. Baby, some songs bring you nothing. Break this off.
Signed away, and all of that time there was no time to play (no, there was no time). And every day on tour I thought of those lines. One of these days I’m sure I’ll give it the time it deserves.
Let’s go driving for an hour. What pretends to maybe foresee a glimpse of getting old, with everything astounding us? What an anthem (maybe) we’ll be!
I’m writing this down and writing up what we stole.
Help me wonder nothing: sign me up.
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Rushing Down
04:47
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All under cover (like a spoon over one eye):
Cold pirate lovers blush in time,
our teeth are running on time,
on 1970’s time
At least we’re counting on time rushing down.
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Shímásaní
05:51
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When are you going to leave home, crash your ship into the sea and leave your money to me?
Your eyes fell open to me.
When the sunlight finally hits New York tigers will take over Wall Street and they’ll eat for us lunch and start hedge funds for free.
Remember country roads like me…pray for the sunlight to come out.
I watched you drive off and wanted you gone.
Always forget that we knew how to pet wild animals from certain places beyond these hotels where we stay -- find us easier ways to respectably lose but deposit the check
“Check, check, check…”
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Punchline
04:52
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Thanks for that. Have you joined in the Army yet? I got your text…have you killed yourself laughing yet? Whether you do or you don’t, I know that I don’t get you. But whether I do or I don’t, I know that I don’t count.
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Family Dynamics Brooklyn, New York
Short-lived offshoot of Stars Like Fleas, created by Shelley Burgon, Laura Ortman, Shannon Fields & Ryan Sawyer. Service is the only recording of the band, an album that travels mystifying distances without losing its way, recalling private-press new age, the electroacoustic improv of AAM, gothy 80s lo-fi cassette scenes, Italian electro-prog & community choirs – often within the same song. ... more
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