Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Born Eight-Seven Years Ago Today
SONG
I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life
mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves
must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you
how I hate disease, it's like worrying
that comes true
and it simply must not be able to happen
in a world where you are possible
my love
nothing can go wrong for us, tell me
Here's a bunch and here's a bunch and here's a bunch. Also too, from Thurstson Moore's newest project Chelsea Light Moving:
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