"I am the only one searching for you

and if I get caught
then the search is through.
And the stories you hear, you know they never add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news
Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's wasted

Now she's the only one who always inhales
Paris is stale and it's war if we fail
And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep
They never will
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt clawed hole
Your cigarette cupped to the inside
Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's leavin'
This pattern's torn and we're weavin'
This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it"

I was naming my top 5 albums I would take with me on a road trip tonight to a new friend. This EP popped in my head quickly as all 4 songs are amazing. This is weird because I actually don't have the cd any longer. I haven't even thought about it in a few years. I quickly found all the songs online to give them a quick listen and walk down memory lane. So good So good. I just love it when you remember a gem from before and since it's been awhile it's as if you are hearing it for the first time...analyzing lyrics, bass lines, weird chord progressions with mixed random drum fills.

Now to find this on vinyl. I can't wait to see them live next September in NYC. They have been on my list of "wish I could have seen before they broke up"... and now I can!!!