A compact disc in a gatefold sleeve. In the way of all objects that exist in the physical world, it is subject to degradation and decay, but that too is beautiful. Share it with your friends! Listen to it in your car! Dance to it in your kitchen! Step on it by accident! Remember your death! You are an incarnate being who deserves incarnate music!
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lyrics
Ten past midnight:
I put some coffee on,
leave on the kitchen light,
and step out for a walk.
The lot is nearly empty.
I shut down at the edge of the block.
Under lights beating with suicidal insects
go back inside and turn the lock.
It's sugar for sugar
and salt for salt;
if I go down in the floodlight tonight,
it's gonna be my own fault.