"I Like That" genre: Experimental/Post Rock
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	Mmmmm, yes, give me that . . . and that, oooo and that . . . oh more of that . . . where'd you learn to do that? Oh, ooooo, ahhhh, yes, that is so . . . don't stop that . . . I Like That.
	CD: Homerica the Beautiful   Label: Depth of Field Credits: Lyrics/Music by Barg, Arrangement by Barg and Homer Erotic, Produced by Bobby Previte, Engineered by Joe Ferla, Performed by Homer Erotic
	Story Behind the Song Light imprisons the world in rigid forms so I like night carve rebel shapes bluish shadows down white walls. Everything becomes less solid in the deep water of night. Fluid, hot dark August seeps through skin into desire. Breathes presence. The enormity of being alive. Electric fan on high blows my thighs into a paradise of depravities. Ideas breeze across my belly and I am not carried away. I am right here completely. A cool thought melts my spine into the mattress. You are touching me. The wizardry of perfectly present. Past and future dissolved. Heart stripped bare of its defenders, even. My own death will find me but not here between midnight and dawn submerged in sacred, untamed hours outside the borders of civilization. Civilization! Throne of barbarism. Thief of my senses. Full of secret impulses and a zeal-stricken heart I climb over the fence of 12 o'clock penetrating the erotic wilderness and reason breaks in a sea of tongues. Shy serpent dare I doubt what I touch? My presence acclaims it. What beauty. I am dead. Long live I and all that nourishes this flowering sky of elongated inspiration. Oooooo Ahhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhh Mysterious circuit of the living night. Immaculate focus of the living night. How I love the night of the living night. I am the skin of the esteemed soul and I suffer delights in countless forms. My throbbing heart is sprawled all over my imagination. Fever and bliss and you are smiling kissing me here the ears of the hearer tremble in the heat of pulse. Percussion of bodies tempo the air. My veins are wind and I've swum into a starry circle. Your arms your hands your lips close over me and your entire body is under my tongue. I want you in me as fiercely as I want the U.S. out of Guatemala. Where citizens are swollen with silence and fear. Where persons who speak simply disappear lose their presence so the government can free the people from the people and give them to the free market where freedom rings in the cash registers on 14th Street where the fruits arrive sweet from Latin trees and make such a pleasant display. I don't disappear. I eat a banana and I am here. And so is my unlicensed licentiousness dear. That doesn't disappear tonight. It is part of my cosmos tonight on planet Earth Norte America New York City East 14th Street between Avenues A and B you and me burning free in this erotic wilderness. Lewd savages rampantly tender. Unleashed in a zone where seduction and kindness are inalienable rights. My universe holds that truth to be self-evident. So I am afraid of church and state. Tomorrow when everything is thick with light I'll remember what the Guatemalan child wrote about the Army coming to her village: "Burned the house. Took the pig and chicken. Killed my brother." Lyrics I Like That You don't treat me like a creep. I like that. You don't tell me I'm sweet. I like that. You don't always tease and bait me. You don't even hate me I like that. You'll even take a leak in front of me. I like that. You don't blame all your problems on me. I like that. You don't open doors for me. You don't close them on me either. I like that. You don't imagine what life would be like with me dead. I like that. And you make love so slow and you know I like that.

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