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Infinitely Distracting — 191 episodes · page 2 of 2
Swept sideways on the river’s flow
Burst with glee
So much for precision
Full sail towards the unknown
Another kind of life
Petite part-time punk
Immersion in song
Discover what this new day holds
So effortlessly miraculous
Simultaneous click
Missing members
The hollow that she left
This exquisite thrill
Routine Saturday night affair
Does the city have a heart
Natty twist to his genes
Well into the night
Build our own thing
Limp-wristed jazz drumming
Audaciousness, ambition and immense indifference
Wide-eyed affirmative wink
Romance, reverie and revelry
All the more miraculous
Before we are born
Before we are born
That which is to come
Evening peak hour tailback
Momentarily startling the day
Where hope lives
This is real life too
Where non-specific craving dwells
Reckless abandon on downhill stretches
Deep within the hardwood
We thrived on motion
A tin heart beating
Take me to my ruin
Swing with the time
Impossibly awash with want and illusion
Be bewildered
Hoping that mind remains intact
An accident of my imagination
Shall I go on
Lacking in verve
The joy of fixing
Void of all tenderness
Her memory entirely
Such ridiculous reverie
Sublimely submerged and released
Sea change hue
Welcome debut
Archaeologist's dream
Some vague joy
My quiff was wilting
Once, I was better
Raucous heft and absolute tranquillity
Unpicking with scant precision
Rise to the equation
We dug onions
Whip the world inside out
Makeshift mic
The secret of songs
Through the wildernight
All vice and no conviction
A musical lap
Editors aside
Artful dodger
Hearts beating in syncopated time
Mr Ridiculous
All sporadically miraculous
We never counted
Falling into bed
Please don’t
Steady as the knife sinks in
Artefacts of life
Since nightfall
Frigging crystal balls
For that which we are about to partake
The atmosphere is rare
That dubious note
This romantic streak
Long into the night
Torn strips of undergarment
Lead with hearts
His irreverent eye
Rather becoming couple
And other parts grow fonder
Do you think you've got enough
The great outdoors
The only ripe rose on the whole damn bush
The early days
The house