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35mm Man
Save our souls, or we're not coming back
we read trash, we take our coffee black
our club sits, exclusive afternoons
discourse well, from our respective rooms

Johnny plays his video games for advice x4

I know you, a killer in your heart
you want it, badder than the part
you tried for, this time yesterday
memorized, the words you're gonna say

i've seen you, talking on the phone, you smile, but still you wait alone
and save, yourself for your thirty-five millimiter technicolor man

Johnny plays his video games for advice x4

You and Elle, are such an easy read
Cosmo tells, your every body need
you cut it, a certain afternoon
young girls slim, pinned up in your room

And you hate, all that contradicts, your fate, but still you wait alone
and save, yourself for your thirty-five millimiter technicolor man

And you hate, all that contradicts, your fate, but still you wait alone
and save, yourself for your thirty-five millimiter technicolor man
thirty-five millimeter technicolor man.
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This song is from the album Ghosts That Linger.

Another old Trocadero tune, put here almost as a contrast to our newer material. It sounds stark, and in some ways underproduced compared to our more recent stuff, because back then we were really conscious of having our recordings sound the way we sounded live.

Credits:
(Audy-Rowland/Hsia)

Nico Audy-Rowland: Vocals, Danelectro baritone guitar
Susan Hsia: Casiotone CT-380, Moog Opus 3
Brandon Erdos: Drums