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It's an Eno Quote
04:00
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I love to get things started
I love to help them along
I believe I have seen what's coming
Let me show you what I found
We're time bandits
We're digging in the crates
Just a gang of thieves
But it's not that we're ungrateful
Nowadays it's easy to start a band
Get out, get around
Give me a morsel from this plate of sound
It's a mess, yes
It's electrified
We jam hot
We jam cool
Oh yeah, we jam econo, too
This black mass of information
This vast and awful book
There is fire in the rock
But don't look, oh, please, don’t look
Whatever you now find weird, uncomfortable, and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature
This black mass of information
This hot galaxy of song
There's something hiding in the center
If you must look… don't look long
Nowadays it's easy to start a band
Get out, get around
The distortion, the jitter, the crap sound
All of these things will be cherished
So you might as well cherish them now
Oh, it's so easy to start a band!
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Love Songs
02:19
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Love songs aren't about love
They're about love songs
Love songs were never 'bout love
Only 'bout love songs, no, yeah
Love songs
Yes, yes
Love songs were never about love
Never, ever, ever, ever about love
They're about love…
They're about love songs
Just like gangster's learn how to be bad
From watching gangster movies
Love songs aren't about much
They're about love songs
Ten thousand years ago
Someone fell in love
And sang a song about it
The first and only song about love
But ever since, it's been this way
Love songs aren't about love
They're about love songs
They're about all those other love songs
They're about that first love song
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Oh, challenge me
Put me back in history
Give me anything with my name on it
Sell me a ticket to my own burning
I can't sit here waiting
I can't just sit here reading Marx
This summer is a problem
This summer is a promise
So challenge me
After high school, I worked at the greenhouse
I moved bags of dirt for minimum wage
Annie knew everything about flowers
She called me comrade
First Communist I ever met
Annie said, challenge me
After college, I drove around town
With the 20th century stuck in the tape deck
And Brian, the angel of history, riding shotgun
We conspired, he inspired me, and at every stoplight
He rolled down the window and cried,
Wake up comrades! Wake the dead!
After the funeral, I barely left home
Played Pokemon Blue in the bathroom
I was mad at the world, the lack of a world
That could give my comrade what she needed
Brian brought me pizza, his wings were unfurled
And his eyes blazed like the planets
We sat on the porch, told stories about Annie
And plotted a new revolution
We said, challenge me
Put me back in history
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Robin Sloan Oakland, California
Robin Sloan is a novelist who also makes music using weird tools.
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