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I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend

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Out of all the ways there were to get into Zugdidi — they could have taken the ekranoplan, for example — the agency had chosen the bus. This exasperated the developer to no end. Their gear sat somewhere in the guts of the green behemoth, guarded by six different hardware and software protocols, but it still felt queasy to be so far removed from it. The meteorologist peered across the botanical garden to the Dadiani palaces. Somewhere in there, a nondescript yogurt stand would have a small radio playing Konnakkol techno. They were to purchase two cones and overpay. Instructions would follow.

Out of all the ways there were to get into Zugdidi — they could have taken the ekranoplan, for example — the agency had chosen the bus. This exasperated the developer to no end. Their gear sat somewhere in the guts of the green behemoth, guarded by six different hardware and software protocols, but it still felt queasy to be so far removed from it. The meteorologist peered across the botanical garden to the Dadiani palaces. Somewhere in there, a nondescript yogurt stand would have a small radio playing Konnakkol techno. They were to purchase two cones and overpay. Instructions would follow.
Ezra Furman
SongArtistNotes
I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend
Ezra Furman
Old tyme
Let Me Find The Good In You
The Kiss Offs
Organ grind
When I Will Be Loved
The Fucking Eagles
Updated
Monkey Man
The Specials
For Generoso … happy G-day!
— • BREAK • —
Funky I Like It
Babe Rainbow
Let’s get mellow
Indian Summer
Benjamin Gibbard
Originally by Beat Happening
ONE ONE
Velvet Negroni
Fingerscrapes
A Check for Daniel
Ra Ra Riot
Devo-esque
Quiver Of Grain
The Rants
Undercover
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Face First
The Paranoyds
Music for driving too fast
Casey's Groove
Twin Peaks
Pulsing strong
Waiting Room
Holly Golightly
Not the Fugazi song
Everlasting You
Violent Femmes
Very somber
— • BREAK • —
Swampers (feat. Chris Thile)
The Fearless Flyers
Funky mando
Rouge à lèvres
Le Couleur
Brief stereo labbing
Cadillac
Combustible Edison
From La Dolce Vita
The Souvlak
Boom Pam
Opa!
This Is Home
Brother Big Bad
Mysterious band
— • BREAK • —
She’s Making Friends, I’m Turning Stranger
Purple Mountains
A voice that will be missed
My Baby's A Dick
The Elected
California jitters
With Great Purpose
Frankie Cosmos
Delicate tinkles
Sonny Boy
Owsley
Another lost soul
— • BREAK • —
Miracle
Caravan Palace
Dance the world
Business
Pluxus
Your digital barista
Block of Ice
Thee Oh Sees
Cold cold cold
Jackson Cannery
Ben Folds Five
Stop the bus
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Dryer Lint Trap
Le Big Zero
Falling down the musical stairs
Kudzu Limbo
Southern Culture On The Skids
How low can you go?
Hate
Cinerama
I’m glad you agree
Dirty City Rainy Day
King Kong
Outta KY
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Life Isn't Fair
Smooth Hound Smith
The sweet major third
Baise Ça
Listing Ships
French cussing
Little M
Flat Duo Jets
Kid stuff
Konnakkol
Karnataka College Of Percussion
Classic technique
— • BREAK • —
Black Dog
Dread Zeppelin
Costard paie
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