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November 29, 2000
Upper West Side, NYC
Originally released on the album "Flipping tables with Christ"
Recorded on a GPX am/fm radio/cassette recorder

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You hear your tune and you make your way
Aiming to get near it
But the drummer that you’re marching to is so far away
You’re straining just to hear it
And here you are in the middle of Sheepshead Bay
In a little red raft
You’re trying to get around the world in a single day
Hoping it isn’t flat

When you do your duty
to your mirrored face
Will you see your beauty
or a girl in a display case?
When the demons tug
and they won’t let go
Will you need a hug
or a dance floor and a disco
When you’re breathing out
and he’s breathing in
Will it be about
you or will it be about him?

You keep saying everything’s cool inside
And I believe you
But sometimes something comes up that you just can’t hide
And then it tries to leave you

So there you are holding and here I am pulling
You’re kidding yourself if you think it’s be you’re foolin
Click your heels three times and it’s all alright
But only on Saturday night

When you hear the word
and you feel the glow
Will it have occurred
or will it just be something you know?
When the moon goes down
And the sun comes up
Will your soul be found
In the water of a wax cup?
When you’re reaching out
and he’s reaching in
Will it be about
you are will it be about him?

When they taught ya about love they didn’t tell you where it came from
Now ya ain’t got enough and you wanna know where to get some
Well you’re all love just not the kind you can recognize
You’re all love but, it doesn’t show
You’re all love just not the kind buried in your eyes
You’re all love but ya gotta hold ya to know
Yeah you’re all love but ya gotta hold ya to know.
Yeah you’re all love but ya gotta hold ya to know.

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from A Top Secret Love Note To Myself, The Whore (The Very Best of Peter Rinaldi), released July 8, 2012

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Peter Rinaldi New York, New York

I am a filmmaker who sometimes makes records. Garageband, an out -of-tune guitar and bad singing sums it up. But I try to make up for it in other ways, like with anger and reverb.

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