Immediate download of The Rivers We Crossed in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Love,
Wes
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Drunk at a house party in Vienna when I heard that Michael Jackson had died. After calling around the globe to confirm, we sang and drank in memory of the King of Pop. And I'm totally over those douchey French dudes who wouldn't let me introduce them to the wonderful party jams of Girl Talk.
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The rivers we crossed to be an hour late to your first exhibit. And I stayed awake for the next week and swore I’d never sleep again, on my alarm clock bed. Back on the bikes in the Viennese night, we made it to the party just fine. The gallery show I’d never see on my mind.
In drunk, in German, he slurred and kept running. “Did you hear he died Old Man Michael Jackson?” And I asked could I get you another beer? Oh, the rivers we crossed to get here. And all the fag city singles stopped singing for to go get high. And the somber, sober memories, like sing-alongs to Billie Jean, oh, the rivers we crossed to get here.
I braved terrorists, the swine flu, language barriers, French dudes who hijacked the iPod at the party. Now I can't listen to Maggie's Farm no more.