By B.K.
Date: 2004 Jul 17
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Twenty Four Hour Techno Gasp

I feel this passion trace
From deep hearted space
From a dry gulch on Mars
I would know your candybar
Rotating like a vinyl record
Around Saturn’s brilliant rim
I’d say Yup (Kiss Kiss)
It’s my Darlin (that’s him)
This love radar blasts
In twenty four hour techno gasps
In classical opera and jazz
Bluesy I want you Baby pizazz
To fill in this rock and roll chase
Baby Baby I’d know this love anyplace