21 Tandem Repeats: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)
• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

sunday drove like a boulevard picture me and she were in the yard
yea these are the best of times
come again

ice cream from the parlor store melted in the bag we hugged some more sometimes a little love is all you need
well sadly the door was locked to find a place we took a walk 'twas in the pasture fields that i worshipped her and she calls out my name and she is a friend of mine and she is my lover

My hear flies like a butterfly
My soul flies like a butterfly
Colon flies like a butterfly

well i woke up and i rolled over to a face all full of clover in amongst the cow tracks i saw liberty caps ate them up and lost track went back to whatchemacallits to use the thinga ma jig.