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	<title>el jezel</title>
	<link>http://www.eljezel.com</link>
	<description>el jezel and the world they live in</description>
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		<title>jump in</title>
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		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/09/27/jump-in/</link>
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		<title>Balconies</title>
		<description>(George Flanagan)

I’ve noticed, every time
On my bus ride down 95
The balconies on that highrise
Never seem to be occupied

But if I close my eyes and try real hard
I can figure out what went wrong
But then it’s gone

I wake up everyday
Have coffee and be on my way
There’s a balcony that faces the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/balconies/</link>
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		<title>The maestro has fallen ill</title>
		<description>(George Flanagan)

The Maestro has fallen ill and no one knows what’s wrong
Can’t stand on his own two feet and now it won’t be long
They’ve got all the right doctors tending to his needs
And a bed that they adjust to various degrees

It’s getting dark round here the maestro’s fallen ill
It’s getting ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/the-maestro-has-fallen-ill/</link>
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		<title>You can&#8217;t dream</title>
		<description>(George & Jessica Flanagan)

I like the way the sun hits, the back of the buildings around 6.
It’s like a dream you can’t forget, it’s like a dream-

I keep my pockets thin, while everyone is stuffing them
They’re empty; they’ve always been, except a little lint
I keep my conscience clear even after ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/you-cant-dream/</link>
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		<title>Siberia</title>
		<description>(Jessica Flanagan)

You met me, when I shopped at your HMV,
I couldn’t help but go back, again and again and again.
It wasn’t long before you hired me, and then Kelly,
She said “we all should go out after work at-

Siberia, just behind the black door”
Siberia, Siberia-

It wasn’t long before I moved in, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/siberia/</link>
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		<title>Water main</title>
		<description>(Jessica Flanagan)

Look at the water main, its valve is in our room.
From its pipe a sign hangs, it warns of flood and doom.
It would be too easy, to just give it a,

Turn, water’s rushin’ quickly,
Turn, I can’t catch my breath,
Turn, the amps are underwater,
Turn, I could not help myself.

Oh now ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/water-main/</link>
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		<title>Only when it gets dark</title>
		<description>(George Flanagan)

You can scratch it but it won’t go away
You’re feeling like it’s empty in here
It doesn’t make sense cause it’s Saturday
You’re waiting for me to appear

I’m sorry bout the double date
I thought that you might see a spark
Some things you gotta instigate
Only when it gets dark

You send me postcards ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/only-when-it-gets-dark/</link>
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		<title>Monument valley</title>
		<description>(George Flanagan)

We got dust on our shoes
As we stumble down to I don’t know where
And you’re talking up a storm
You say The Searchers put the camera there
You imported red sand to the Italian countryside
And I made the sound twice as loud
You paid a man a salary
To spread that sand all ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/monument-valley/</link>
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		<title>Glow</title>
		<description>(Jessica Flanagan)

40 million watts of electricity, course through these walls.
Setting fire to our instruments, bringing life to our songs.

Strings of lights, in blue and white,
Set aglow our hair and eyes,
Reflecting off the rims of the drums,
Reflecting off my glitter and your whammy bar.

40 million watts of electricity, course through these ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/glow/</link>
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		<title>Champagne and cold coffee</title>
		<description>Listen

(Jessica Flanagan)

You comprehend my words, when no one understands.
We speak the same language,
And you’re my Bob Harris---

I’m the girl in the pink wig,
We can watch old movies in your hotel room,
Or steal into the Tokyo moonlight.

You comprehend my words, when no one understands me.
We speak the same language,
‘Cause you’re my ...</description>
		<link>http://www.eljezel.com/2008/05/01/champagne-and-cold-coffee/</link>
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