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 It's a special face. With conviction. / Got to make it great. On a mission. The beginning / New finds. New finds and old dreams. / And everything's starting now. /Adios L.A.. Ornamental. I'm not staying / Each is ours to take. On a mission /The beginning /New finds. New finds and old dreams. / And everything's starting now. /What makes it so great? Destination. I'm not staying. / Couldn't make you wait. With permission. The beginning. / ooh you're playing / It's a special face. With conviction.  / Got to make it great. On a mission. The beginning

Marnie Stern -  Year of the Glad

Taken from Phosphorescent's 'Muchacho' out now on Dead Oceans

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Song for Zula
Some say love is a burning thing 
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing

See, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
I will not open myself up this way again
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
You see, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
I will not open myself up this way again

You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
My feet are gold. My heart is white
And we race out on the desert plains all night
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
No my heart is gold. My feet are light
And I am racing out on the desert plains all night

So some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
O and all you folks, you come to see
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

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