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Yoko Ono
Yoko Ono


Информация
Дата рождения 18 февраля 1933 г.
Место рождения Tokyo, Japan
Жанры Rock
Pop
Electronica
Годы 1961—н.в.
Лейблы Astralwerks
Geffen Records
Rykodisc
Apple Records
См. также John Lennon
The Plastic Ono Band



Альбом Yoko Ono


Approximately Infinite Universe (1972)
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Yang yang holds on to a giant phone,
Yang yangs soft voice goes on and on,
I hate you, I hate you, where did it go wrong?
Yangyang goes talking to himself on the phone.

Yang yang sends his men pebbles and stones,
Yang yang rips his women down to the bones.
I own you, I own you, so give us a song,
Yangyang goes talking to his world on the phone.

Yang yangs born with a phone cord round his neck,
Yang yang never fails to stick to his kick.
I want you, I want you, youre making me sick.
But yangyang, the chords never long enough
To reach your mommys trick.

Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang, snap out,
Give up, cut out,
Tune up and join us,
LyricsJoin the revolution,
Join the revolution.

No kick is good enough for lifetime substitution,
No brick will give you a lifetime consolation.
And whether you dig it or not,
We outnumber you in population.
And leave your private institution,
Get down to real communication,
Leave your scene of destruction
And join us in revolution.

Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang, wake up,
Give up, cut out,
Come out and join us,
Join the revolution,
Join the revolution.


. . .



Two, one, two, three, four.


People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.

When i'm on the phone, i thank god,
My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear.
When i'm at work, i thank god,
I still have that smile ma used to say lit her day.

But something inside me, something inside me died that day.

People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.

When i'm with people, i thank god,
LyricsI can talk hip when i'm crying inside.
When i'm with friends, i thank god,
I can light a cigarette when i'm choking inside.

People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.

A friend lent me shades
So i could hide my eyes that day.
Was a snowy day,
The shades have seen a lot of things i didn't want to know myself.

Was like an accident, part of growing up,
People tell me.

But something inside me, something inside me died that day.

What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?

The world suddenly looks a strange place,
People seem talking in foreign words.

And something inside me, something inside me died that day.

What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?


. . .


Sisters, dont blame my man too much,
I know hes doing his best.
I know his fear and loneliness,
He can do no more, no less.
He was brought up by us women,
And the world that told him to be a man.
He reached and stretched to be the one
While millions more tried to be that one.

I want my love to rest tonight
So he can face the world tomorrow.
I want my love to sleep tonight
So he can deal with tomorrow.

Sisters, dont blame your man to much,
You know hes doing his best.
You know his fear and loneliness,
He can do no more, no less.
He was told by his mothers to never trust girls,
He was told by his fathers to never shed tears.
He sees girls chasing after superstars,
While their men are sitting behind bars.

I want my love to rest tonight
So he can face the world tomorrow.
I want my love to sleep tonight
So he can deal with tomorrow.

Sisters, dont blame our men to much,
We know theyre doing their best.
We know their fear and loneliness,
They can do no more, no less.
They were told by us to get ahead,
Be gentle and tender, yet hard and strong.
Nothing short of a living god,
Nothing short of james bond.

If we all knew that no ones to be ashamed,
But that the society is to be blamed.
We could then come together again
And direct our energies towards changing the world.

Were all blind and crippled mates,
Frustrated would-be presidents of united states.
We dont know how to cope with ourselves,
Or to love our mates for being themselves.

I want my love to rest tonight
So he can face the world tomorrow.
I want my love to sleep tonight
So he can deal with tomorrow.

. . .


I was looking for something in the closet,
I was sure it would be there.
But to my surprise it wasn't there
And I had to look all over the world.

I was telling anybody I need to find it now,
It's very important to find it now.
I wasn't surprised that they didn't care,
And I had to look for it myself.

Where is it? where is it?
Oh, where could it be?
Why don't you help me look for it?
Why don't you help me look for it?

I kept on looking for the thing they say was
there,
But I couldn't find it anywhere.
And to my dismay, I didn't even remember
What I was supposed to look for anyway.

What is it? what is it?
Oh, what could it be?
Why don't you tell me what it is?
Why don't you tell me what it is?

I was looking for something I knew was in my
head,
I wasn't sure if it were dead.
But to my dismay, it was still there,
I had to close the door real fast.

What did I do? what did I do?
Oh, what did I do?
Why didn't I look in the closet instead?
Why didn't I look in the closet instead?

I was looking for my head in the closet,
I was sure it would be there.
But to my surprise it wasn't there
And I had to look all over the world.

Where is it? where is it?
Oh, where could it be?
Why don't you help me look for it?
Why don't you help me look for it?

. . .


Have you seen a horizon lately,
If you have, watch it for a while.
For you never know,
It may not last so long.

Have you seen an evening light lately?
If you have, watch it for a while.
For you never know,
It may not be the same.

Have you seen a snowflake lately?
If you have, hold it in your hand.
For you never know,
It may melt away.

Have you been in love lately?
If you have, hold it in your heart.
For you never know,
It may be the last.

. . .


In this approximately infinite universe,
I know a girl whos in constant hell.
No love or pill could keep her cool,
cause theres a thousand holes in her heart.

And the wind of the past blows through her heart,
Reminding her of the people she killed.
Wind of now blows off her cool,
Telling her theres something shes missed.

You know the town of sapporo, she says,
Where the men talk rough and never sing.
Two bottles of loneliness
Patching the holes in her dream.

In this approximately infinite universe,
I know a girl whos raising constant hell.
No love or bottle could fix her good,
cause theres a thousand holes in her head.

And the wind of the future blows through her head,
Saying theres no point of return.
The wind of the universe blows off her soul,
Telling her theres nowhere to go.

I wanna sleep, wanna sleep, she says,
And take her fix to bed.
Two bottles of loneliness
Patching the holes in her dream.

. . .


We were waiting for peter, the dealer,
He comes in the evening when were fussing in bed.
He says, "good morning, heres your breakfast",
And give us plates of stone.
Take a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor.

We count the windows in the cities and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.

Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it in the cupboard when youre out.

We were waiting for peter, the wheeler,
He comes in the morning when were fast asleep.
Gives us a trip thats spending hundred years in a day,
And takes a bone each from us to give to the dogs.

We count the wrinkles on the globe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.

Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it on the shelf when you rap.

We were waiting for peter, the blower,
He comes in when were fixing snow on rock.
Gives us orange juice laced with sunshine and spring,
And takes a heart each from us to give to the world.

We count the memories that are lost and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.

Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
Throw it in the ocean when you go.

We were waiting for peter, the weaver,
He comes in a flash when we're wide awake
Says the world cant give us answers
cause its stuttering in its mind.
Takes a head each off us to give us some peace.

We count the lights in the universe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.

. . .


On a windy day, let's go on flying
There may be no trees to rest on
There may be no clouds to ride.
But well have our wings and the wind will be with us

That's enough for me
That's enough for me

On a windy day, we went flying
There was no sea to rest on
There were no hills to glide
We saw an empty bottle rolling down the street
And on a cupboard stand at the corner of the street
Wrinkled souls piled up like grapefruits

. . .


Catman, you're looking cool today,
We say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my hangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So keep your high-heel boots and your knee-high mind,
Come up to my pad and see my work,
Go for a meal and hear my joke,
Or get in a bag and take a poke,
But don't be too clever or we'll kick your fillies in.

Look out, look out,
The rosies are coming to town.
Look out, catman, look out, catman,
The rosies are flashing along.

Catman, we feel a fool today,
I say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my wangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So leave your well polished tail and your uptight suit,
Show us some funnies that are better than daddies,
Or bake us some cakes that are better than mommies,
Or give us your witties that are trapped in your willies,
But don't be too clever or we'll scratch your goodies out.

Watch out, watch out,
The rosies are riding the town.
Watch out, catman, watch out, catman,
The rosies are slashing about.

Catman, shining your tools today,
They say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my fangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So save your thigh high thoughts and your banana skin,
We'll burn your pansies and give you a bug,
We'll squeeze your lemon and give you a mug,
We'll cut your daisies and give you a slug,
And don't be too clever or we'll blow your sillies off.

Keep out, keep out,
The rosies are passing the town.
Keep out, catman, keep out, catman,
The rosies are bashing around.

Coochy coochy coo, bunny bunny boo, patti patti poo,
Catman! catman! where are you?

Don't be a prune, catman, give us all you've got.
Your blueberry eyes and your evergreen lies.
'cause after all, by this fall you might grow too old,
And you can't ask your mommy to use an old fruity in her pie.

Patter cake, patter cake, baker's man,
Bake me a cake as slow as you can.
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with 'o'
And put it in the oven for me and my mo.

Batter cake, batter cake, baker's girl,
Fake me a cake as fast as you curl.
Bat it, and whip it, and mark it with blood
And throw it in the oven with trickles and mud.

Wetter cake, wetter cake, baker's boy,
Make me a cake that's sweet as your toy.
Wet it, and slick it, and mark it with 'p'
And leave it in the oven for lizzie and me.

Catman! catman!
Hey, dumballs, get me a pair of rubber dolls, will you!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!

Man -
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!

. . .


Early in the morning I feel my pillow,
I listen to the soundless phone
My thighs are sweaty, freezing inside
Our beds empty as ever

What a bastard you are
Leaving me all night missing you

Slowly the door opens, you stand for a while,
See if I'm asleep or just closing my eyes.

I quickly get up and throw my pillows,
Throw an ashtray filled with butts.

Where were you all night
if I may ask you so?
Though I don't care at all,
I'd just like to know.

Right! You weren't near the phone to call me from,
Or is it you were afraid to wake me up?
I'm sick and tired of listening to the same old crap.

You know half the world is occupied with you pigs,
I can always get another pig like you

Youve heard of female liberation,
well that's for me
Youll see me walk out one day
and then where will you be?

But dont you be too happy,
I aint walking out yet to give you satisfaction,
I'm first gonna find something other than the walls
to have some human conversation

Then I'll glow, Ill be happy inside, my limbs will relax.
and I can walk out into the world, singing with my people
But now I couldnt even move my muscles to go near the door,
I've been sitting here too long and my legs are numb

Are you listening, you jerk, you pig, you bastard
You scum of the earth, you good for nothing
Are you listening?

Oh, don't go, don't go
Please, don't go
I didn't mean it, I'm just in pain

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

The door is closed, She's left alone,
Making herself a breakfast
Her hands are shaking, her eyes looking out
Watching the trees grow day by day

What a bastard the world is
Taking my man away from me
Taking the world away from me

Female lib is nice for Joan of Arc
But its a long, long way for Terry and Jill
Most of us were taught not to shout our will
Few of us are encouraged to get a job for skill
And all of us live under the mercy of male society,
Thinking that their want is our need.

. . .


Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
So I can take your hand
and stroll about

Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
So we can go on the streets
and see the people smile

Give me your hand
So I could tell you that
things will be alright
The rooms still dark
but it wont be so long
and I can take you outside

Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
So we can go to the park
and roll about

Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
So we can go to the docks
and watch the boats go by

Come on, love
Give me your hand
and things will be alright
The room's still cold
But it wont be so long
that we can go outside

Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
So I could see your hair
shining in the air

Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
So I can see the sky
reflected in your eyes

Come on, love
Don't be depressed
Things will be alright
The room's too low
But it wont be so long
That we can be outside

Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise

. . .



Alll day long I felt like
smashing my face in a clear glass window
But instead I went out
and smashed up a phone box round the corner

I never had a chance to choose my own parents
I'd never know why I should be stuck with mine
Mommy's always trying not to eat
and Daddy's always smelling like he's pickled in booze

I never had a chance to choose my own name
I'd never know why I should be stuck with mine
Mommy's always talkin' 'bout family pride
and Daddy's always hiding 'bout his week-end rides

All day long I felt like
smashing my face in a clear glass window
But instead I went out
and smashed up a station wagon round the block

I looked at the mirror and told myself,
LyricsI'm glad I still don't look like them at least
Mommy's like a film star in a distorted mirror
Daddy's like a guy who lost his stomach in the war

I went to shake hands with the president in Miami
I went to a rock show to see Mick Jagger
And you'd never believe it, surprise to my life
they had paint on their faces just like Mommy's

Am I going crazy or is it just you Daddy?
Am I going nuts or is it just you Mommy?
Am I plain gone or is it the world?
Daddy I'd rather have you dead than crazy

Trying to talk to them is like eating TV dinner when you're angry
Trying to get their love is like watching ice cream ad when you're hungry.
They gave me a watch that's guaranteed not to break
but my Mommy and Daddy broke up last fall

Am I going crazy or is it just you Daddy?
Am I going nuts or is it just you Mommy?
Am I plain gone or is it the world?
Mommy I'd rather have you dead than crazy

All day


. . .


I know you now for a thousand years
Your body still feels nice and warm to me
The sun is old, the winter's cold
The lake is shining
like a drop of Buddha's tears
The mountains lie in a distance
like the future we'd never reach
And I kept my warmth
with your body close

The world must be dead
We must be the only heads
Ticking on the hillside
like a leftover timebomb

I know you now for what you are,
And my mind still goes through
ups and downs with yours
The moon is clear, the room is bare
The bed is shining like an old scripture
that's never been opened before
and I keep my warmth with your mind close

The world must be dead
We must be the only heads
ticking in a farmhouse
like a forgotten timebomb

One day we discovered that the clock
was not ticking anymore
and our bodies kept spreading rapidly
like a very very fine tissue
until it stretched over the whole wide world

. . .


I flew a kite, i held on tight to its string.
Each time i go anywhere, i held on tight.
In the middle of the night i woke up in fright,
Thinking maybe in my dream i let go of my kite.

When i was in a restaurant, talking to my friends,
Watching their mouths move faster and faster.
I thought of the kite that was flying in the sky
And made sure that my hand was holding the string.
That was a long time ago,
Many skies went by since then.
Now my hands stopped holding anything
And i've learnt to take a walk instead.

Then one day in the evening light,
I saw something strange shining bright.
The sky was dark, with swarms of larks,
And in the midst of it all, yes, it was my kite.

How did the kite get there, i'll never know,
Floating away among the clouds to where nobody knows.

I held my gun with both my hands,
Slowly aiming at the shining dot.
The shot went off, the dot blew off,
Since then i've never seen the kite again.

. . .


If you keep hammering anti-abortion,
We'll tell you no more masturbation for men.
Ev'ry day you're killing living sperms in billions,
So how do you feel about that, brother?

What a waste, what a waste,
What a waste, what a waste,
To have to talk to a phony like you.

If you keep telling us we're more than equal,
We'll tell you equal is not equal enough.
For centuries we've been taking your double ass deal,
So what do you say to that, brother?

What a drag, what a drag,
What a drag, what a drag,
To have to cope with a crazy like you.

Brrrr
Ah
Ah
Ah

If you keep laying on money or power,
We'll tell you meanwhile your sprinkler is out of soda.
So keep off our grass till you're in some kinda order,
What do you say to that, brother?

What a mess, what a mess,
What a mess, what a mess,
to have to put up with a fuzzy like you.

. . .


Shiranakatta, shiranakatta,
Shiranakatta, shiranakatta,
Tatta hitokoto ittekuretara
Sugunimo tonde itlanoni,
Shiranakatta, shiranakatta, shiranakatta,

Je ne savais pas, je ne savais pas,
Je ne savais pas, je ne savais pas,
Pourquoi tu ne m'as pas dit
Que tu souffrais?
Je serais venu vite vers toi
Mais, je ne savais pas, je ne savais pas, je ne savais pas.

Tremblant de peur d'avoir besoin de toi,
Tremblant de peur de te désirer.

Je ne savais pas, je ne savais pas,
Je ne savais pas, je ne savais pas,
Pourquoi tu ne m'as pas dit
Que tu n'avais désiré?
J'aurais couru vers toi
Mais, je ne savais pas, je ne savais pas, je ne savais pas.

I didn't know, I didn't know,
I didn't know, I didn't know,
Why didn't you tell me you were in pain?
I would have come to you so quickly.
But I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

Feeling cold from fear of needing you,
Feeling faint from fear of wanting you.

But I didn't know, I didn't know,
I didn't know, I didn't know,
Why didn't you tell me you missed me, too?
I would have come to you so quickly.
But I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

. . .


One, two, three, four, five, six.

It's sad that air is the only thing we share,
No matter how close we are there's always air between us.
It's also nice that air's something we all share,
No matter how far apart we are an air links us.

It's sad that past is something we can never share,
No matter how close we are the past is between us.
But it's also nice that without the past
We'd have never known each other,
No matter how far apart we are it brought us together.

Yes, it's very nice to have someone to share,
There's something very nice to have someone to care.
We may not share our past but we have our future to share.

It's sad that life is such a heavy thing to bear,
No matter how close we are it's easy to despair.
It's also nice that you and I know it's what we all share,
No matter how far apart we are we can learn to care.

There's something very nice to have something to share,
There's something very nice to have someone to care.
We may not share our bodies but we have our minds to share.

Yes, there's something very nice to have something to care,
There's something very nice to have someone to share.
We may not share our language but we have the world to share.

. . .


I have a woman inside my soul,
Her eyes sombre and sad.
She waves her hand to try to reach me,
But I cant hear what she says.

I wish I knew what she says,
I wish I knew what she wants,
I wish I knew what she says to me,
I wish I knew what she means to me.

I see an asphalt road inside my soul,
Its pale even in a warm summers day.
It stretches into the mist and calls me,
But I dont know what it takes.

I wish I knew what it takes, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it gives, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it says to me, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it means to me. (I wish I knew)

I see a tombstone inside my soul,
Its old and mossy, covered in dead leaves.
It stands with an engraving on it surface,
But I dont know what it reads.

I wish I knew what it reads, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it says, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it says to me, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it means to me. (I wish I knew)

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey)

I feel snow covering inside my soul,
Its hard and shining in shades of grey.
No footsteps ever made their marks,
And I dont know when it melts.

I wish I knew when it melts, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew when it happens, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew if it happens at all, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it means to me. (I wish I knew)

I hear a stream running inside my soul,
Its cold and clear and carries a tune.
But I dont know what it sings and tells,
I dont know where it goes.

I wish I knew what it sings,
I wish I knew where it goes,
I wish I knew what it sings, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew where it goes, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it sings. (I wish I knew)

(I wish I knew)
(I wish I knew) (yeah!)
(I wish I knew)
(I wish I knew)

. . .


Where d'you wanna spend eternity?
Dreaming of liberty,
Searching for reality,
Trucking down infinity.

Bury your past an' move on fast,
Nothin's gonna last, so take a bit of grass
An' move on, move on fast.

What's your visibility?
Looking for community,
Hoping for unity,
Trucking through infinity.

Bury your past an' move on fast,
Nothin's gonna last, so take a bit of grass
An' move on, move on fast.

Where d'you wanna spend eternity?
I might meet you somewhere.
All roads leads to nowhere,
Trucking through infinity.

Bury your past an' move on fast,
Nothin's gonna last, so roll a bit of grass
An' move on, move on fast.

Move on! move on! move on! move on!
Move on! move on! move on! move on!

. . .


Are we gonna keep pushing our children to drugs?
Are we gonna keep driving them insane?
Are we gonna keep laying empty words and fists?
Are we gonna be remembered as the century that failed?

People of america, when will we learn?
It's now or never, there's no time to lose.

Are we gonna keep sending our youths to war?
Are we gonna keep scaring rice fields and infants?
Are we gonna keep watching dead bodies over dinner?
Are we gonna be known as the century that kills?

People of america, when will we stop?
It's no or never, there's no time to waste.

Are we gonna keep pretending things are alright?
Are we gonna keep our mouths closed just in case?
Are we gonna keep putting off until it's too late?
Are we gonna be known as the century of fear?

People of america, when will we see?
It's now or never, we've no time to lose.

People of america, when will we see?
It's now or never, we've no time to lose.

Are we gonna keep digging oil wells and gold?
Are we gonna keep shooting the ones that tries to change?
Are we gonna keep thinking it won't happen to us?
Are we gonna be known as the century that kills?

People of america, please, listen to your soul,
We can change the times to century of hope.

'cause dream you dream alone is only a dream,
But dream we dream together is reality

. . .


Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...aahhh, aahhh...

Aahhh-oohh, oh.

Aahhh...
Is winter here to stay?
You never know,
But is winter here to stay?

Aahhh, aahhh...ooh...

Aahhh...oh, oh, oh, oh...

Winter's here to stay, oh, oh, oh...
Ooh...

Ooh...

Winter's here to stay, oh, oh, oh...
Winter's, ooh.

Aahhh.

. . .


Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,
Blue dots and red dots skating away in the park.
I used to be there twenty years ago,
Huffing over a mug hot chocolate drink.

Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind,
Wondering if one should jump off or go to sleep.
People tell you up is better than down,
But they never tell you which is up and which is down.

Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind,
95 pound bundle but it's trouble when there's nowhere to leave.
People say stardust and golddust are it,
But they never tell you it chokes you just as sawdust do.

Age 39, feeling pretty suicidal,
The weight gets heavier when you've bled thirty years.
Show me your blood, john, and i'll show you mine,
They say it's running even when you're asleep.

No trace of resentment, no trace of regrets,
One blood's thinner but both look red and fresh.
If i ever die, please go to my daughter
And tell her that she used to haunt me in my dreams.
(that's saying a lot for a neurotic like me.)

Age 39, looking over from my hotel window,
Trying to tackle away with heart of clay.
The weight gets lighter when there's nowhere to turn,
God's little dandruff floating in the air.

Age 39, looking over the world,
Age 39, floating over the world,
Age 39,...mm-mm...floating along.

. . .


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