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From the album Endless Scroll https://bodegabk.bandcamp.com Direction // Nikki Belfiglio Music // BODEGA DP // Benjamin R. Davis Editor // Ben Hozie CC // Alexia Salingaros Dancers // Jazlyn Moore , Tai Lee, Natalie Carabello NAME ESCAPE /// Name escape. Right now escape. Name escape. ‘Did you remember the Fender?’ said a familiar beard whose band I always see. Whose sound I never hear. I cannot seem to place his face. His nose or his shape right now name escape. Right now name escape. Right now name escape. And I’ve seen him at Palisades closing out tabs. I’ve seen him outside of metros flagging down cabs. Hand on the Fender. Message from sender. I’ve seen his face but now no name remember. And online he’s typing with a pseudonym so even messaging I’m not quite sure if it’s him. And he never once makes eyes contact. When he talks he never once makes eye contact. And I have no idea what he does for a living and I can’t distinguish his head from the next. His pants are much tighter than the last time we met. He’s got a pizza-core badge which he bought on the internet. Well have I heard the latest something bout so and so? No I have not my son. Now I don’t want to know. Have you heard the latest single by the so and the sos? No I have not my son. Now I don’t want to know. Right now name escape. Right now name escape. Name escape. Right now name escape. And I wonder what this head looks like when he’s fucking? Does he look any less like a ship lost at sea? Does he flop like a fish dropped down on the deck? Does he still never once make eye contact? His head’s over the shoulder. His head’s on the pillow. His head’s over my shoulder and he’s looking at the stage. He’s like me and you and her and also Johnny B. Goode. We’re just fading and waiting for the time we will play. Now luckily a face walks up from back in the day but even him I can’t place so right now name escape. Right now my hard drive’s erased. Right now we’ve ran out of mind space. Right now we talk about the sound space. Right now Heaven knows I’m miserable now. Right now Heaven knows I’m missing you now. And I’m not sure I ever knew your face in the first place. And I’m not sure you ever placed first in the new face. And I’m not sure I ever not knew not your first place. And I’m not sure not I ever not knew not your first name escape...