silvery CD, individually 'tagged' with bits of lyric, in cardboard sleeve, and a little piece of paper with a mechanical duck and a URL, hand-numbered, artwork showing the inside of the 'DJ' crater on the Acores island of Faial, and flipped, some chillin girls.
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lyrics
let's full stop now see how we got up here
wait for a story to interfere
let's bulldoze around till they defy a ban on things
lather our teeth on piano strings gasping
lukewarm you promised i burned my foot in the bath
who'd ever mind the aftermath
o pale peel only the jokes grow never old
your wet hair catches a thunderbolt
shit time be my brother i wanna love you
and i wanna feed you with poison like family does
spook town be my brother i wanna love you
like carp loves the basin
language be my brother i wanna love you
i want to make your heart a drunk fuck
foam born be my brother i wanna love you
and i wanna foster my carelessness on your mammary/memory gland
let's hark back together i would never be late for that
never behindhand for that
let's slow down figure out how to talk to the homely face
i never mind the lonely days lasting