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Artiste:
Grand Buffet
Titre:
We're Into This
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Yes, this is Pittsburgh Hearts. It's your man Jared. Thank you for picking it up. I hope you enjoy it. I'm not gonna bullshit you though its gonna be funky (funky...). transcendentalist, weekend vagrance arms stretched across storefront pavement rattling insense, packaging insight acting indigent, actually last night you ate gourmet four star eateries, stop bullshiting, you are not misleading me loosely holding a change cup expecting me to bequeath you my coin collection I don't finance drugs or camping trips or concerts cause your propaganda manuscripts that you scribbled while visiting higher planes they read like energy bar ad campaigns I'm a runner not a power lifter every summer I pour the blood of wayward drifters selling me their favorite jam band bootlegs nowadays you get a kick in the sex eggs!! I'm in. I'm In. We're into this. Nothing but us and a burnt instrumental disc. Bare essentialists, the duo's adventurous. Miserable assholes are not into us. Truck-stop living, hot like sweating, life-affirming. Every night, bloodletting. Figuratively, we are dropping the deuce. (deuce...) slain dragons, freshly bled, soak the earth re-flesh the bones of all the dead scientists that yielded worthy purposes lives cut short inside the hot furnaces such occurences garner no press purity, kill-joys furious conquests in the event that my feathers are ruffled I implement every getaway muscle a scuffle's avoided whenever its possible sensible shoes keep me out of the hospital cause I'm not in to blood loss I donated plasma and picked up a laptop binary digits that make up the system are all that it knows â and that's not realism to show my computer just what's been missing, we went out for rotisserie chicken I'm in. I'm In. We're into this. Nothing but us and a burnt instrumental disc. Bare essentialists, the duo's adventurous. Miserable assholes are not into us. Truck-stop living, hot like sweating, life-affirming. Every night, bloodletting. Figuratively, we are dropping the deuce. (deuce...) [from:] album: Pittsburgh Hearts EP, 2003 Saw them play in Chicago with Sage Francis. (Oh my god you're weird)