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Podcast Patapoe — 20260904-0800. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
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The whistle for now in Moscow. The ACR Memorial whistle lap. The ACR Memorial whistle lap.
Cheering.
I'm so hot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot
Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot Beats me a lot
That we wanna talk about it till we talk about it But watching the sun and the light And if we walk down the sky It'll be right I know what you mean I know what you mean We're only two, we're only two We're only two, we're only two We're only two, we're only two I'm just a medium Oh you're just a medium
Where are you going? Oh! Hey Jack. I'm weird!
I'm going to go to church We're going to go to some hot movies You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding You're riding Oh ......... So
Rainbow You're riding You're riding Oh That's all. Thanks a lot. Cheers.
to Thank you for the opportunity to be here. Just a couple of things. I think I have thanks everybody, but thank you for the sense of career for everything I've done and for, I suppose, acknowledging the great part of history for all. Thank you to the Chris and Eric and Oliver Dan and Joe. I did a quick work for somebody who died this week and I didn't mention it at the time, but I'm cracked down. The drummers program by Dave Borg from South Selin, the gig.
Dave, this is a good friend and a very talented man and a lovely, gentle, giant and expertly sad. Also, I want to say something just for the family of Tony Clay, because I know Tony died and he's finally made it here, and I'm so sorry for that. So, I've come down to this as to you, but I hope you'd be proud of what we've done tomorrow. Yeah, a bit more music. Thank you. Thank you.
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Thank you. In a dark light, our lives move swiftly through layers of flesh, tensions building in a collapsing world, our pain tearing trails of tears through all the promises we hide. The universe is a need we crawl into. It's vast mystery calling to us, intense in the folding hands and the fading heartbeats, dreaming from the hollow depths of our bodies, untold joys, unseen but not invisible, searching the useless system of veins for a touch that endures.
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