Bugolgi Apparatus

Link:  goo.gl/DtZSEh  You Invented Sex (Gaulke/Gaulke-Corner-Prol) you were so bored you couldn't feel any more everything  fell into parts you felt so cold the work was hard so you  made something up you invented sex it seemed like a good idea though I had thought of it first you gave it wheels    think of the people hurting in this life that could be healed with this thing taking off their clothes getting so close  if they knew what would disappear you invented sex what a scary thing maybe it will never work maybe it's too weird touching each other dissolving all fear how could anyone return to their work?

put on your red dress I'll wear my pressed shirt meet me at the place I'll bring records we'll share the bread with yesterday's soup go on take the lipstick and those flat shoes we'll go cakewalking like our betters do they've got things we got moves cakewalking  on the avenue night throws off the day the mood's rising like the moon teasing appetites being the street life twisting the city  as we unwind putting everything beneath our feet dancing on our liberties hands in the pants of the city a swift kick after a squeeze

I want a life as bright as these chords I play I want to live my life in a musical way-- Birds singing, a milkman whistling, a fat happy maid Pancake-flipping oh yeah I go to work against reality Battling the world with my bare feelings My heart never leads me astray Just as long as I continue singing I'm playing the part of an underachiever In an out of town run that goes on forever You could be the disaffected lover Whose heart swells on an orchestra cue Dancing our way past the fear That anything wonderful's not real Harmonizing on a melody That worms its way into your dreams Spotlights, pink tights, alcoholics Costume, scenery, nervous breakdowns  We're switching scenes like hand puppets Up until the curtain comes down song link

"Life doesn't happen in major chords," said Martin Gore of Depeche Mode in an interview once. It’s a challenge to use them…to appeal to the universal without sounding too preachy, didactic, or too simple. If you stay small, the work lacks resonances. I don’t think there’s a formula to this, more of a recipe that is constantly reworked.   It’s knowing when to strike the universal chord that balances the whole piece. When you change directions of the tempest you’ve created. Yeah, so you bridge your most intimate, subjective experiences with the force of the powerful mathematics. That’s the meat of it. 

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