"just in time for dinner" genre: Groove
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	CD: negotiations in the smith room   Label: generalissimo records
	Lyrics I steam myself open like a letter and try to read what's inside but everything is fucked up and broken and nothing even tries to hide and the politics of my soul dictates where it is I've got to go but, I don't mind so much 'cause it's warm and it feeds me She's automatic she's my baby She breaks up the night with soft explosion Some call her heavenly in her brilliance But I just call her by her first name All of this is secondary to the way I get And I want to blame it on the night For turning into day This is my pause in the situation the part where I come so clean I can't tell if things are getting worse or greater All I know is I feel so obscene In memory of an old friend Do you remember when Speed, hides in the wind Just in time for dinner Jesus puts me on his knees and says, "Now do you feel relief?" And I say, "Have you ever tried pulling the wings off an angel- and let her fall to earth like dust and try and beat her to the trees?"

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