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• Tommy Faulds: Slow Beats
• Charley Gorczynski: Alto Saxophone, Pan Processes
• Joshua Marshall: Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone
• Theo Padouvas: Trumpet
• Kristina Dutton: Violins, Violas
• Douglas Machiz: Cellos
• Other: Synth Pads, Claps, Distant Vocals, Male Vocals, Trombone (and Brass Processing), Beats, Percussion Loops, Electric Bass, Ukulele, Chaossilator, Electric Piano and Organ Synths, Stravinsky (and other) Samples
(From The Kama Sutra)
The following are men who generally obtain success with women: Men well versed in the science of love • Men skilled in telling stories • Men acquainted with women from their childhood • Men who have secured their confidence • who send presents to them • Men who talk well • Men who do things that they like • Men who have not loved other women previously • Men who act as messangers • Men who know their weak points • Men who are desired by good women • Men who are united with their female friends • Men who are good looking • Men who have been brought up with them • Men who are their neighbors • Men who are devoted to sexual pleasures • The lovers of the daughters of their nurse • Men who have been lately married • Men who like picnics and pleasure parties • Men who are liberal • Men who are celebrated for being very strong • Enterprising and brave men • Men who surpass their husbands in learning and good looks, in good qualities, and in liberality • Men whose dress and manner of living are magnificent
We are more than that which makes us
Pure vibration hurting, crying
Cosmic flotsam laughing, talking
Stardust fractals loving, dying
What would you do in my tap shoes?
Probably not the same, I'm guessing
Sing and dance and ask politely
Still she turns away so slightly
We are machines built by our genes
Fragile mice on spinning treadmills
Meat puppets that feign right from wrong
Countless children making pinwheels
What would you do in my sandals?
Probably not the same, I'm guessing
She's been waiting, aching brightly
Tastes so good but holds so tightly
We are smart and we are able
Stuck in patterns, overspending
If we can learn our potential
Our dreams combined have no ending
What would you do in my moon boots?
Probably not the same, I'm guessing
She might liberate me nightly
Full of love though I tread lightly
We are more than what which makes us
Ready for our phoenix burning
Waiting for the rising ashes
Awakened to our final yearning
What would you do in my tap shoes?
Probably not the same, I'm guessing
And while I can't get it rightly
Someday she'll be here beside me