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Photography by Katie James
Sharon Jones & Dap-Kings – Natural Born Lover
“Lovers” by Anonymous
breath and clinch
my eyelids
sewn shut
my turn
to fill you right
fill you
the night guides
my pleasure
your sweat and moan
pushes me
collapse
the bed
sweat and soaked
the haze of
now
of this night
hold me
hold you tight
Baubaus Violaeatti La – Masolino Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants, his books on tape ring true,
Like everyone wants to say I love you to someone on the radio.
The first voice in the hollowed stars, now the one true loves,
and author of My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows.
This is not the way.
In the streetlight dawn, in the streetlight dawn.
This street turns on.
Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets when the curtain calls you,
speaking on the themes of stolen virtue missing from the radio.
Now this romantic duel is into the streets, bon appetit, you’ve eaten me alive you realize.
This is not the way.
In the streetlight dawn, in the streetlight dawn.
This beat turns on.
This boy’s life among the electrical lights.
New Pornographers – The Bleeding Heart Show
I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
It’s taken magic to a primitive new place
Watch ‘em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic
We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set
It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat
Next thing you know you are asleep in someone’s lap
Watch ‘em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic
We quit the room
Quit so our thoughts could rest
Rest them, I’ll never move?
That’s when we grab a hold
Of whatever it is we fell into
Lousy with your content
With what the majestic cannot find
In business of your lives
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels
We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show
Photography by Verbal Soup
Jeff Lynne – Every Little Thing
If your heart could talk I wonder what it would tell me
If your mind could walk would it bring me a love never
ending
Yes, I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
No secrets anymore
You’ve got to tell me
All your days have gone a goin’ to a go-go
Now the time has come, is it gonna be a no no, no no
I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
No secrets anymore
You’ve got to tell me
Tell me every little thing that makes you happy, Oh oh oh
Every little thing that makes you glad
All of the secrets that you hide I got to know
Whoa, every little thing
You’ve gotta stop all your reservations
Am I for the chop or is it celebrations?
Yes, I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
No secrets anymore
You’ve got to tell me
Tell me every little thing that makes you happy, Oh oh oh
Every little thing that makes you glad
All of the secrets that you hide I got to know
Whoa, every little thing
Tell me every little thing (Tell me)
Every little thing (Tell me)
Tell me every little thing that makes you happy, Oh oh oh
Every little thing that makes you glad
All of the secrets that you hide I got to know
Whoa, every little thing
More Wilbury love: Traveling Wilburys – Nobody’s Child
Photograph by DPM PhotographyGet the idea cross around the track
Underneath the flank of a thoroughbred racing chaser
Getting the feel as a river flows
Would you like to go n’ shoot the mountain masses
And here you stand no taller than the grass sees
And should you really chase so hard
The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one
Going for the one
Get in the way as the tons of water
Racing with you crashing thru the rudder
Once at the start can you gamble
That you really surely really mean to finish
After seeing all your sense of fear diminish
As you treat danger a pure collection
As you throw away misconceptions
Going for the one
Going for the one
Going for a listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touch time
travel twilight
taken so high
Roundabout, sounding out, love you so
love you so
love you so
Now the verses I’ve sang
Don’t add much weight to the story in my head
So I’m thinking I should go and write a punch line
But they’re so hard to find
In my cosmic mind
So I think I’ll take a look out of the window
When I think about you
I don’t feel low
N’should I really chase so hard
The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one
Going for the one
Going for to listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
Touching touch time
travel twilight
taken so high
taking your time
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touchtime
travel twilight
taken so high
taking your time
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
Moments decide
Moments delight
Moments in flight
Talk about sending love
Bonus song: White Whale – The Admiral
I want a little sugar
In my bowl
I want a little sweetness
Down in my soul
I could stand some lovin’
Oh so bad
Feel so lonely and I feel so sad
I want a little steam
On my clothes
Maybe I could fix things up
So they’ll go
Whatsa matter daddy
Come on, save my soul
Drop a little sugar in my bowl
I ain’t foolin’
Drop a little sugar in my bowl
Well I want a little sugar
In my bowl
Well I want a little sweetness
Down in my soul
You been acting strangely
Ive been told
Move me daddy
I want some sugar in my bowl
I want a little steam
On my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up so they’ll go
Whatsa matter daddy
Come on save my soul
Drop a little sugar in my bowl
I ain’t foolin’
Drop some sugar- yeah- in my bowl.
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