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Party # 1
02:17
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(Ahhaha unhaha.... (Got your hunch- alright- let's sing!)
Turn it on this year was little longer than last year- we couldn't wait to jump through it; and all the signs were signaling towards breaking the fall--
Party # 1
Sound it out the words- smiled real deep, when you went up to read--- you
Looked away- like it was just a run-through all lines unrehearsed-
Party-errs your impetuous- cutting out the darkness- sleeves touching sleeves- dancing out of focus memorizing names!
Bridge: Staying outside of the boundaries, playing all the heart strings
while breaking free from an unknown curse--
Party # 1-----------(Ahhaha unhaha ahahaha
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Nowhere
02:58
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Pardon me- all soft hits--- Pardon me--- all pardons---
Out on a dare- couldn't help keeping our affair- in this melody- towards nowhere-
Some will think this fleece- this outwear- I'll need your release- to bolster--
More of ourselves, (support the support ;) I never wanted to be-
Such a mess- so nowhere----
Whose route do you want to take? Subjugates what you just want to cradle
In the middle of Atlantic air- dressed ready for the middle of nowhere-
I'll walk hand in hand with one arm in the past- gravity filling me in fast-
To the voting booth were I'll sign my name and choose to believe we can effect change!
Pardon me-- all soft hits- pardon me all pardons-
Marred on a dare- couldn't help keeping our affair- in this melody--- towards
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Motion L
03:09
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Every single light comes on at the same time--- your blind- inside the house all day--- thinking when I go outside- skin might burn as I get the mail- as I sort the pile---
And they'll be boxes- boxes--- boxes to arrange to open, disassemble- never kiss and tel-l my motion L--
Every single building stands at the same height ---- you were right-
Stay off the map for days-- navigation? Your foresight-
Head might spin till I breathe again finish what I'm sending---
So abstracted- with so much noise and noise and northern blues
so abstracted- with so much noise and noise and northern blues
on the way back home I started to think of the islet that is you- it flew just like a concept- one with a moving target--- sterling winter excerpts- changing to summer soon
And they'll be boxes- boxes- boxes to arrange to mull- over- black marker hearts! ringing bells- my motion L
Woo ahh ohh ohh ooh wooow
back to your front door- got the car started- wouldn't you like to be interrupted?
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Sunglasses
02:24
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Skinny type broke both your lenses- stay inside practicing tough foreign phrases- with brunt French toast peanut butter- and coffee- no one could drink- because there was stirred in the mugs that we grasped-
Blame the classless as you laid on the queen size headboard-less mattress
Don't be a scoundrel because I've seen how they break and stay that way and end up in UN-visited earth covered caskets-
Into the riot tunnels- out to the playgrounds I dreamed at when I was younger- built it up again--- not a total waste of time- yours or mine- yours’s or mine- just want to see through- sunglasses---
Sleep to dream in rich- solar expansion- enhance those themes with starry night infrared passion- get to work in a hurry- there's no worries- if it's a rap in 2 or thirty- your still calibrated learning from who you can
Your living rooms your castle- the record player spinning can't be manufactured- don't be a scoundrel because I see how the break and end up in Un-visited earth covered caskets-
Into the riot tunnels out to the playgrounds I dreamed at when i was younger- built it up again not a total waste of time- yours’s or mind- yours’s our mine- just want to see through---
Sunglasses-
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Ebb and Flow
02:40
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Folders
05:13
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Why don't you roll up your sleeves- come party with me- see you react and I want to leave- were there are no hoax's or zingers and your eyes are so much bigger then the ring on your finger-
Faded, disconnected- blacked-out and pleased- break it with me- the leaves on the tree- tremble -in the breeze after they've fallen-
In such a big pile- after a wild, wild adventure
Persistence the key- you’re more than just some mid- twenty something - your projects they breathe like your style hanging in a custom closet-
Sitting next to you- just hanging out- on this orange coach- heart beating faster- socks on a dresser- making margaritas- no one’s an instigator- if there making you think provocatively- so what if it is and where are we going? Changing many approaches collected in Velcro secured folders-
In such a big pile- after a wild, wild adventure
Wearing your bright and disarming- yard sale cash only sweater- pouring the drinks- going out in the midst of a field dream that night was your best form of verbal inflection- how does one breath you may ask yourself when it's brain pulling chest- picking up the rest of your system
Don’t be upset- close them lids- the fires you started were the controlled
With your mind? And if so, will you send me smoke signals? Send me smoke signals? Lying on the floor observing for an hour- with stacked up folders- in such a big pile- after a wild, wild adventure- in such a big pile after a wild adventure
Daannh Da Daahhh de da da dahh------
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Last Place Music Kingston, New York
Last place music consists of Carlo Maltempi, lead vocalist, songwriter and WIlliam G Olsen, Multi-instrumentalist and
engineer.
We wrote and recorded dozens of songs during the 2000s that we never released.
Over the next several months we are remixing and/or remastering,etc; previously unreleased tracks to be added; in anticipation of reuniting to create new material in the foreseeable future.
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