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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. |
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 |
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