ďTake it from me, orbitiní the Earth over íní over ainít all itís cracked up to be. When I was asked to hop on board a Soyuz headed to the International Space Station (Assignment: Critical Observation), I reckoned thisíd be the trip of a lifetime. Space, the final frontier. And how íbout that view? But now I feel like Iíve been here that longóa lifetime, that is. You know, the food ainít much to speak of, plus I gotta constantly make sure I donít make no crumbs, else they might fuck up our air breathiní filters. Crumbs! The things one learns. Drinkiní ainít no fun neither, íless you get your jollies sippiní daquiris from a straw out a plastic bag, like some swishy, doe-eyed Deadhead. And donít even get me started on hygiene issues! I believe I could take a life for a proper bubble bath right about now (I miss my ducky, too). Which is all just a lumberiní yet apropos segue to the matter at hand: this debut LP by Watery Love.
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