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Music and Lyrics by Luke Gyure.
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David’s always on the phone when he comes in. Every single goddamn time. He looks at me like I’m inconveniencing him; I look at him like I don’t mind. Of course, by now, I know his drink. And yes, he’s always got exact change. I guess I just wouldn’t mind a couple of words. But then again, that might just be...strange. David’s always on the phone when he comes in, but should he ever have the time, the one little thing I’d love to ask him is who’s on the other side of that line…

He’s talking to his girlfriend in Japan, who’s ordering a Big Mac from a man, who’s sending a text to his brother to get the score of the baseball game, which his brother is watching as he’s sending an email to his boss, who is sitting at a pub in Berlin, flirting with a girl who’s leaving a message for her mother to remind her to take her medication, but the mother’s on the other line with the other daughter to the other father, who they both think should lose some weight, and the daughter is distracted 'cause she’s chatting online with her husband, who’s presenting at a conference in South Africa, where currently he’s talking to his partner on the phone about the project of the survey that they’re doing in Antarctica and televising live as they speak, via satellite, for a company in Sydney, who is showing the footage on their website, which my sister, who is on semester abroad at a college in Brazil, is watching - nerd that she is - and I know this from a text that she sends me, which I’m reading as I’m making David’s double, dry, skinny cappuccino.

It goes around and around and around. It goes around and around and around. It goes around and around and around. It goes around.

David’s always on the phone when he comes in. Every, single, goddamn time.

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from Ian Limbo: The Rough Drafts, released November 15, 2011
Luke Gyure: Guitars, Vocals, Music, Lyrics, Arrangement, Production
Ryan Vaughn: Percussion
Steve Wall (of Gardentone, Brooklyn, NY): Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Production

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