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the original Last Shadow Puppets

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Tell it like it is

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imagine an alligator trying to build a machine that could propel itself off the earth and - having studied the forces of nature, and figured out how to manipulate the land and the air to make things move without an alligator powering them, and making that machine safe enough to protect its cargo during its sometimes supersonic flight - visiting an alligator on the other side of the planet and - years after another long dead alligator had invented the construct of ownership - trading things they each hold respectively dear in order to increase their quality of life. And imagine those two alligators working together with thousands of other alligators to shift enormous rocks and build elaborate structures many times their own size in order to sleep and eat and conduct business and continue living and store things and pray to an unseen figure that some of them feel to have created them and is watching over them and is in everything and punishes them and rewards them and ultimately loves them and waits for them to die and will welcome them or shun them when they do and is most likely in the sky. and imagine those two alligators choosing to buy a house together and share everything they own and have children exclusively with each other and not even touch anybody else’s genitalia (and decide that those last two restraints were not always linked). and then to get so angry at each other about each other’s idiosyncrasies that they decide they cannot possibly continue to live together and share everything they own and have children exclusively with each other and not touch anybody else’s genitalia. and imagine one of them getting very sick and visiting a network of other alligators who had each made it their daily duty to attempt to save the life of that alligator, and to learn how to best cut him open and which part of his bodily mechanism they should best tweak or reduce or move or destroy. and imagine each one having thoughts, having a deep sense of wonder about the true nature of existence and trying to explain it - at once terrified and sad to be alive and desperate to remain so for fear of no longer existing. and even realising that they were an alligator. imagine them cutting down trees to make guitars and pianos and clarinets and drums and violins, having first determined that by hitting or pushing or blowing into or stroking their creations they could produce a variety of noises with pitches that, when arranged together, became mysterious and/or beautiful and/or uplifting and/or desolate and/or kind of horrible and/or ok and/or just brilliant to an alligator. and imagine alligators wobbling around in groups or by themselves to those noises they made because they just couldn’t help it or because they wanted to impress another alligator or because other alligators pressured them into it. and deciding that some alligators were better than others at wobbling around, but that it didn’t matter too much because each alligator probably had something that they were good at. and trying to comfort another alligator because of something (in one of the countless and diverse languages that groups of alligators of varying and not-so-varying whereabouts had developed in order to communicate less ambiguously with each other) called “empathy”. and creating TELEVISION! said Thomas

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those blue feet.... tend to wander

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Washington deece

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Behind the Tiny Desk desk

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A WHOLE NEW SHAPE