The Irrepressibles - "Nuclear Skies"

"Now, without any reasons, without any context, tell me how you feel."

Unable to answer this nonsensical question, I snicker and twirl a pen. This guy is really something. He thinks he's some kind of magician or something, he might as well be wearing a tuxedo. He speaks with that kind of flourish, he sounds like he's unveiling a statue every time he talks. May I present...Anastasia! or some bullshit.

"I don't know. Scared."

"Good, excellent. Hold on to that."

Fuck him. Fuck his golf shirt and his khakis and his salad breath and his bike helmet and his too-many keys. Fuck his beautiful wife. Or maybe he's gay. Oh well, fuck 'em both.

"It's only 'cause I'm up against this case and I can't afford a better lawyer than y--"

He was holding up his finger to his lips. Goddamn magician lips.

I let out a big sigh, fell back in my chair, and put my feet up on his stupid coffee table. He talked for an hour about what he was going to do to defend my case, all the evidence he was going to present and all the people he was going to question. Instead, I kept hearing he was planning dance numbers and pyrotechnics to get me off.

[Valentine's album launch]

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Grace Lee and the Stylers - "Each and Every Flower"

"Okay, good, the Stylers are on. Now, you listen to me. You go out there and you do it just how we rehearsed today. I don't want any slip-ups from you. You're the only one who can do this. He deserves it, don't forget what he did to us, to all of us. He's scum, Jin. You shake his hand and let him press the starting button in your palm. And then with every drum hit you'll administer poisonous dust into the air. You remembered to take your breathing pills? Good. Now focus, Jin, don't falter. If you break the pace or you falter in your spirit, the jig will be up and we'll all go down for the count. Listen to me, Jin, I love you. I love you and need you to be strong. For me, Jin. For Tai-Tai. Okay, they're finishing, get ready." [Buy from Sublime Frequencies]