Text: Underworld. Beaucoup Fish. Push Downstairs.

- It was coming out from texas...something like texas.
- maryland?
- maybe maryland, yeah.
- yeah...yeah, i remember that now...i can remember that now.
- it's funny how things you actually record...because...let's say the
type of channel was, uh...

push...

tina...

ah, tina lives in berlin her voice so seldom on my machine is
here tonight and i'm on the market and when i'm on the market
words move faster wire and clouds move thin between us like a
skin like a salty skin for a seed of fat circles smiling smil
ing her voice so intentionally smiling in the clouds between us

these are my intentions...

pushin...
push
pushin...

it's me i see you i've seen you before i know about you i been
told about you you were waiting and the wind was waiting for m
e to call you were waiting in the air where it's thin

comin through the tiny holes your number
comin through the tiny holes your vapor
comin through the tiny holes in the edges of the night
and the tips of your wings are comin through the tiny holes

pushin...
push

ah

these are my intentions...

through the club a blonde is carryin somethin is carryin me i
m someone i used to be a grey plastic someone blue plastic gi
rl your cream is pushin pushin and

pushin...
pushed away
your body is-a
pushin...
pushed away
come before the unbelieve

carryin some lipstick for the boyfriend blonde between the rol
ls of sheets is professionally poised the faces are watching h
er she's watchin the faces watchin her

watchin her...

these are my intentions...

...winter...

push...

tina...

push...

tina...