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Brunswick collaborator Rob Norman (Calendar Girls) adds his silky smooth voice to a spoken word piece about the difficulties of couch surfing. He had this to say about his lyrics:

Let’s be honest: romancing the deadbeat is over… Kerouac. Hemingway. Bukowski. Honoured and admired from afar. Sucked from the times and put in front of us, it’s obvious what they are: pure unbridled scumbags.

Is there anything to redeem a modern day deadbeat?

lyrics

Wake up at twelve, regret the night before
Have a shower, get cleaned up, start your day
Meet a friend for lunch, you always meet a friend for lunch
You have lunch, and of course you pay
Walk the streets, a couple of hours
Check in, drop off the key
It's not easy crashing on a couch for seven days
In a city you don't know
It's a stranger of a friend of a friend
Who is still a stranger
You're playing guest to his tour guide the whole day
You make eye contact for a bit too long
You never get to the point
No rhythm in this conversation
You walk in silences
Nighttime comes, you coil your cash
Together you hit a bar
A dark lit room with a bunch of couches
Stained from the nights before
You meet a group of people; you're introduced to them simultaneously
You do your best to memorize all the names
After the final hello, you focus on just one name
This is the name you'll use throughout the rest of the night
Everyone else you'll by with calling them pronouns you learned on an HBO crime drama
When you think the drunken strangers are onto your game
You say the one name you know loudly
So loud it's clear you're one of them:
Julie
You spend the rest of the night creating similarities
Where few are found
You drink more and more with the little cash you have
You slip into pitchers of beer when no one is looking
The night goes on, people leave
There's more seats at the table
You pair up into smaller bunches of conversations, three or four
You create more intimate connections with people whose names you still don't know
A girl at the table who was interested in a guy who has already left
seems to be more interested in you now than she ever was before
You pull her aside; the conversation becomes more intimate
You talk about what you wish you could have been
As the night progresses, it seems you are a pair
You slip off to meet her in the bathroom
But she's too nervous, why press it
You return to the table, everyone is leaving
You say you will leave as well
You look to her, but she's not making eye contact
You descend down the stairs as you all leave in a group
As the twelve of you depart in different directions, she lingers
You wave off your friend, and linger as well
Together you walk home to her house, and share a night in her bed
The next morning you wake up, have a shower, walk the streets
And then drop off a key to your new found femal

credits

from Brunswick Project Epsilon (Week 37​-​43), released August 9, 2013
Music / Lyrics: Rob Norman, Steve Cruickshank
Production: Steve Cruickshank

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