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I have to say with the rain we’ve had and the current election season that is unfolding, these lyrics kind of nail it for me: Body lines fluid in static heat Thoughts buzzing like flies around meat Land here — land there — Quick circles in the air I’m riding smooth but just a little slow Waiting for the moon to show Leather-faced old men by the cafe wall Kids in the surf splashing with a soccer ball I gaze through curved lens Trying to identify the sky’s end Little spots on the horizon into gunboats grow Waiting for the moon to show Might be a party — might be a war When those faceless sailors come ashore Speculation is a waste of time…