Finance and Other Trivialities: Special Editions???

Written by simonindelicate on August 23, 2010 – 5:29 pm -

Well here’s the thing:

It turns out that vinyl is quite expensive.

No doubt you knew that already, and we knew it too deep down – but we were still a little bit surprised when the quote came back from the vinyl people and it turned out that, having spent most of the money we made from SFSL on making David Koresh Superstar and basic subsistence, we couldn’t really afford to risk placing the order.

We’ve costed it all out and we reckon that, in order to produce a limited run of 250-300 LPs we need to sell at least 90 of them in advance, either on their own or as part of the special edition package that we’ll get to in a minute.

So if – as many of you have approached us to say that you do – you want vinyl you’re going to have to take a step into the world of trust based economics and work with us on something:

Basically, if you would like to buy Songs For Swinging Lovers on vinyl, we’re going to ask you to pre-order it now.

If we don’t get enough pre-orders by the end of September we will refund all money paid. If we get to 90, we’ll place the order with the pressing company and those who pre-order will get their signed copies (+ a link to a pre-order only bonus track) days after we do.

We appreciate that this is a big ask, but if we don’t do it this way, we can’t do it at all – it is, very literally, up to you.

So – if you’d like to place an order, you have several options, all available at:

http://corporaterecords.co.uk/Indelicates_Store/special.html

1. Signed Vinyl LP only – £18

+ link to pre-order only bonus track

2. Special Edition – £72 (£60 w/out CD)

price will increase to £80 after pre-order period

Includes:

Signed Vinyl LP

+ Pre-order only bonus track

+ CD copy

+ ‘Antique Lace Under Musee Glass’ – art/poster book

+ Lyric book

+ A signed, limited edition print of one of Julia’s photographs from the DDR radio building where the album was recorded

+ SFSL shrinky-dink necklace

+ A short length of the actual rope we used to hang ourselves on the cover

+ Fudge

Super Special Edition – £300

Includes:

The Complete Special Edition

+ Simon and Julia will come to anywhere you like (within the UK )on a date of your choosing, play the album for you, record it and then sign a legal document transferring all the rights in the recording to you, thereby creating a limited edition of one.

Obviously, if we fall short of the 90, but a few people are interested in the super special edition, then we’ll probably be able to proceed anyway. Also, the books will be available separately later in the year.

If you want to buy the special edition, but have already purchased the CD, then you can order the CD-less version for £60. This option will not be available after the pre-order period.

We don’t know if this will work, and we’re only vaguely sure of what we’re doing – but it’s been a bit of a year for that sort of thing, and heck if it ain’t gone kinda well so far. Thanks in Advance, and here’s that link again:

http://corporaterecords.co.uk/Indelicates_Store/special.html

Simon and Julia

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A Despatch From The Threatened Country Of Open Wi-Fi

Written by simonindelicate on August 17, 2010 – 5:54 pm -

Right then, world, sorry not to have been in touch sooner, but we moved house, went to Germany, recorded a new album and were generally busy. Also, we’re still waiting for the god of the internet to flick a switch somewhere and let us have broadband again – so we’re posting this in Starbucks

…using their wi-fi to briefly glimpse the wired world like the satanic hordes gazing up from the fall into the rapidly retreating magnesium flare of heaven.

NEWS:
Look around! the new indelicates site is live and kicking! sexy and bloggy with the fecund promise of regular updates and CONTENT as exciteable tech-fetishists like to call it. Check back often, subscribe to the RSS and use away, multitudes.

VIDEO:
HERE, at long last is the utterly filthy Barely SFW video for Europe:

many thanks to all the unnervingly beautiful extras – tell your parents we are sorry.

KORESH:
most tracking for the third album is done – we are recording a bit more with some extraordinary musicians in Texas, mixing when we get back in October and releasing the fuck out of it soon thereafter. We love this record so much we sit in class drawing pictures of it with little hearts.

CORPORATE RECORDS:
proper update on the way when we get the internet at home, but we should take a moment to point you at the Spoiler Alert! EP which has nothing at all to do with Eddie Argos, Dyan Valdes and Keith TOTP, but which IS an awesome collection of songs about superheroes for only 2 quid:

GERMANY:
thanks to all who came to our acoustic duo shows in Germany – especially Laura in Dusseldorf who let us play in her garden and pass a hat round – lots of fun. There is video, but you will have to be patient.

SPECIAL EDITIONS:
Look out for news v. soon. We hit a bit of a financial wall but are working on a solution. keep watching us on twitter @juliaindelicate @simonindelicate @theindelicates for quickest updates.

PIERRE HOMARD:
is amazing

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Lyrics

Written by simonindelicate on July 2, 2010 – 1:53 pm -

Songs For Swinging Lovers

Buy On Corporate Records

Europe
I lost my teeth on the edge of a glass
And it’s fun while it lasts and it lasts and it lasts
I am drunken style and inherited class
I am queen at the bar, I am kept for the farce
And the water laps at the harbourside
And these salon walls are petrified
And we’re drunk on style and inherited class
And these salon walls were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
To Europe
I fix my eye on the turn of a thigh
I could trace your life in a sneer and a sigh
I am antique lace under musée glass
I am grey-haired chests in push up bras
And the water laps at the harborside
And these cafe walls are petrified
And we’re antique lace under mottled glass
And these cafe walls were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
To Europe
I can write my name in my father’s hand
I can see your souls, I can understand
I can dress myself, I can see you pass
I can lick my lips I can slap your arse
And the water laps at the harborside
And these hatreds are petrified
We can dress ourselves, we can see you pass
And these hatreds were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
To Europe.
And the water laps at the harborside
Our violences codified
We are old, perverted suicides
We are condoms washed in the harbor tide
So sit with me and we’ll toast the pride
Of Europe
Europe
Your Money
Look at you
Look at your hair
Look at you
Look at you, mein Herr
Look at you
You’re looking utterly seamless
Like an actor playing a genius
Look at you
Look at your luck
At the girl you don’t love
And the wife you don’t fuck
Look at you
Look at what you’ve bought
With all that hard, hard work
And all that financial support
And I loathe and resent
Every dream I’ve dreamt
And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money
I can’t access or save
Any gifts you gave
And I’ve nothing to offer your money
Your money
Your money
Your money
Oh oh oh
Ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh
Ah.
Look at me
Look at me begging
Look at me
I’m craven, feral and begging
Look at me
With all my clever ideas
And my bottled up anger and irrational fears
Look at me
Look upon my works
You could stick a label on them
You could sell them as merch
Look at your victory
I’ll betray anyone
Do it to Julia
Do it to Julia
I loathe and resent
Every dream I’ve dreamt
And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money
I can’t access or save
Any gifts you gave
And I’ve nothing to offer your money
Your money
Your money
Your money
Oh lay me down and take me, baby
I will do anything just save me
A place beside you at your table
And ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh
Ah.
The mediocre
Have an interest in promoting the mediocre
But I will find you out
I will find you out
I will find you out
I will find you out
We Love You, Tania
Patty drive the car, drive the car into the city
We run guns to the savages you’ve seen in magazines
It’s the summers without love, it’s the grind of the seventies
It’s the sickness of America where nobody is clean
Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone
He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world
Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone
When you’re other to everyone
You’re a valuable girl
Patty shoot the gun, shoot the gun at the enemy
It’s monochrome in scarlett, it’s your cheekbones it’s your age
It’s the other side of style, it’s the era of publicity
A war in silhouette and lines, inscribed upon a page
Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone
He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world
Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone
When you’re other to everyone
You’re a valuable girl.
Patty take the stand
Take the stand before the jury
It’s perfectly explicable
It’s packaged and it’s sold
You’re as free as free can be
You are free to doubt in liberty
Oh darling deadly innocence
How cruelly bites the cold
Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone
He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world
Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone
When you’re other to everyone
You’re a valuable girl.
Ill
You got sweetheart and you got precious
You’ve got starlight and pretty wishes
You’ve got
Sisters who sing on the radio
And vessels to possess on the radio
Your sex is a sickness yeah
your sex is a sickness
And you’ve got time
Yeah you’ve got time to lose
You’ll never take enough of those pills
You’re too clever to be mentally ill
You’ll never fashion your damaged soul
You’re too clever to lose control
You got doctors and you got stitches
You’ve got lovers and you got well-wishers
You got
Vapid love in a couplet
Two-thousand words and a side-bar
Your sickness is your shibboleth
Your sex is your sickness
And you’ve got time
Yeah you’ve got time to lose
You’ll never take enough of those pills
You’re too clever to be mentally ill
You’ll never fashion your damaged soul
You’re too clever to lose control
This is such a tiny world.
Flesh
Hey girls let’s see if we can bring out
the rapists in the new men
Hey girls it’s the comfort of
the only halfway human
The power bought for the clawing self
in the serpents subtle deals
It may be fleeting but
my god, the way it feels
And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you.
Hey girls we’re almost there
so we might as well stop swimming
Hey girls, ain’t you heard we’re more concerned
about the hegemony, than the women
Hey girls pull it down, there’s money,
c’mon babe, just a little
Pull it down, stick it out, open up,
just a little babe, just a little baby
Hey doc take your knife to me,
scar my snatch into a smile
Strip me and dissect me,
milk my tears and tap my bile
Hey doc can you take my skin
and melt it into plastic
Beauty isn’t truth, it’s just youth,
and it’s adaptive and it’s elastic…
And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you.
Hey girls, we’re all the same, aren’t we
Hey girls, we’re all the same, aren’t we.
Savages
The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape
And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about
And darlin’ you know,
You know that you’re better than this
Darlin’ you know,
You know you are better than this
But we are ash and we are books
Coffee-stained and overlooked
We are ornamental swords
Forged for the peace after the war
And the world has no need
of the songs than we sang
We are savages, you and I, and we will
Hang, hang, hang.
The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance
And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island
Darling you know
That there’s no place for us
We’ll build and we’ll sweat
But there’s no place for us
No Ithaca no home
We are Greeks in the age of Rome
With no right to criticise
The happily dull, to Grecian eyes
And the world has no need
of the songs that we sang
We are savages, you and I, and we will
Hang, hang, hang.
The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized
And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world
And darlin you know
You know we’re better unheard
Darlin you know
You know we’re better unserved
The Brave new futures we have seen
Filled with beautiful machines
Greener pastures, clearer skies
And not one such as you or I
As the dust shall settle sweetly
on the songs that we sang
We are savages you and I,
And we will Hang, hang, hang
Hang, Hang, Hang.
Roses
I breached the border of your home
And everything looked as it should have done
Candle flame flickers, and books unread
Round the crystal kept keep of an unmade bed
Flowers cut to shrivel and die
Like romance does and we both know why
With an artful flutter, as if on cue
A gentle breeze brings the scent of you
I’m older than god and i live in your town
You should raise up what you can’t put down
Those books that you pose with are more than antiques
When you search in the dark you should fear what you seek
Pallid in moonlight, your shimmering skin
Is mine to caress, you invited me in
The delicate architecture of your throat
Arks weakly away as my hands approach
Do you bleed diamonds
Do you bleed rubies
Do you bleed roses
A broken kiss, and an aching sigh
Like the half-heard end of a lullaby
A whispering chorus and a stifled moan
The jarring vibration of knife on bone
The stark composition of essence and parts
I gathered your limbs for a final dance
A silent waltz to your songs unsung
As the life-blood seeps from your punctured lung
Do you bleed diamonds
Do you bleed rubies
Do you bleed roses
You bleed diamonds
You bleed rubies
You bleed roses.
Sympathy For The Devil
The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air
The scented breeze caresses girls with haybell-yellow hair
The satisfied and misty-eyed make sport and merry there
I will meet you at the border in the morning
The land I left is full of love and radiant in spring
The songs are sweet and sollemn there and everyone can sing
I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything
I will meet you at the border in the morning
The country I was born in it created me compelled
But all reason is retrospective love, I just rebel
Hang heaven we can build a better war for us in Hell
I’ll meet you at the border in the morning
I’ve loved you like a clinging fist above the clawing sea
I’ve cut you with a whip barbed with a thousand cruelties
‘m sorry that i met you and i’m begging darling please
Come meet me at the border in the morning
And oh this world’s got nothing in it
No, No, No
And oh this world’s got nothing in it
No, No, No
Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin
I would see your will erased, transfigured into sin
I would rip you into pieces and re-build you from within
I will meet you at the border in the morning
Sing poets and sing singers at the alter of the straight
Of better days, happy fields, other shit we hate
Lets go into the darkness love and close our eyes and wait
We are heading for the border in the morning
We are heading for the border in the morning.
Be Afraid Of Your Parents
It’s been a marvellous party with marvellous guests
We been discussing the decline of the decadent west
Over nibbles and wine we are disarmed and impressed
by the charming men in uniform
It’s been a wonderful evening we’ve exchanged our views
How the zionists doesn’t mean the jews
At no single step did we feel confused
By the charming men in uniform
Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
and darlin i can tell you how it ends
be afraid of the line they teach you,
be afraid of the way it goes
You be amazed at what you can raise
to something everybody knows
we’ve read our jacques derrida our michel foucault
we’ve averted our eyes from the atrocity show
it’s better to beat up on the devil that you know
say the charming men in uniform
give praise to the empty heaven above
i reject the sword and embrace the dove
i see the world suffused with love
and the charming men in uniform
Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
and darlin i can tell you how it ends
be afraid of the line they teach you,
be afraid of the way it goes
You be amazed at what you can raise
to something everybody knows
Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
And honey i can tell you how it ends
Be afraid of the line they teach you
Be afraid of the way it goes
You’d be amazed at what you can raise to something everybody knows.
Jerusalem
In a compound on the edge of town
Security to keep the outside out
You and your friends have been discussing how
It seems rebellious to vote conservative now
And your mind’s so sharp
And your eyes so bright
You shine in love, you are born annointed
You mean so well
And you’ll hurt so hard
When you come to be disappointed
But I am never going home again
And I will build Jerusalem
Don’t know about us, but I know about Them
And we will build Jerusalem
Jerusalem.
You know exactly how clever sounds
The soft consonants and rounded vowels
You know the land that your labour’s earned
Your hypotheses have been confirmed
We all love the smiths
And we dig the clash
But the smell of leather is intoxicating
We’re all brilliant minds
We’re genii
We excel at drama and formal debating
But I am never going home again
And I will build Jerusalem
Don’t know about us, but I know about Them
And we will build Jerusalem
Jerusalem.
You can take your burning gold
You can take your swords and spears
You can take your lamb of god
You can take these deadly years
You can win and win
And win again
The dice are loaded you’ll never miss
But you can’t build
Jerusalem
Cause you don’t know what building is.
Anthem For Doomed Youth
You’re howling, abyss-eyed and broken
You’re perverted and gracefully drunk
But there’s nobody left in the west these days
Wronged enough to be a punk
Doomed youth, you’re so beautiful
You never learned to be suspicious
of the stones that look too precious to be true
Like you, Doomed Youth.
The spit at the edge of your mouth
The stain at the crotch of your jeans
The three-inch bruise at the crook of your arm
that in the right light looks like jesus
The smirk you can’t hide when you cry
The care in the knot of your tie
It’s really not that hard to stay alive
When you’re twenty-five
Oh, Doomed Youth
Doomed youth.
Your party and your revolution
Your grand designs and adorable dreams
Your silverless palms and your list of demands
For concessions the world doesn’t need
Doomed youth, you’re too beautiful
All these simplicities that you know they can’t see
Like you can do, doomed youth
And everything’s different lately
And it’s all exactly the same
We know secrets and songs and temptation
We know how things burn when you don’t watch the flame
And the colours are hazy and fading
The ideas given way to the names
We are miners no more, never torn by a war
Neither starving, nor struggling, nor credibly poor
Oh, Doomed Youth
Doomed youth.
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Songs For Swinging Lovers

Written by simonindelicate on June 26, 2010 – 1:30 pm -

Released 2010, Corporate Records

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Buy Now (CD)

Tracks:

1. Europe

2. Your Money

3. We Love You, Tania

4. Ill

5. Flesh

6. Savages

7. Roses

8. Sympathy For The Devil

9. Be Afraid Of Your Parents

10. Jerusalem

11. Anthem For Doomed Youth

Credits

Songs by
Simon&Julia Indelicate

Performed by
Ed Van Beinum: Drums

Al Clayton: Rhythm Guitars/Cowbell

Bastian Eppler: Trumpet
Keith TOTP: Tambourine/Vibes
Simon Indelicate: Vox/Guitars
Julia Indelicate: Vox/Piano
The Indelicates: Bass
All other instruments played by Simon and Julia

Additional Recording by
Keith TOTP at Dean Street Studios

Cover Image by
Andrew Kendall

Specific Thanks To
Lily Rae, Laurence Owen, Desi Vach, Juliane Hapke, Eddie Argos, Keith TOTP, Neil Gaiman, Bastian Eppler, Penny and Graham Clayton, Sonja Muller, Lydia Snodin, Jo Swoboda, Sophie Wilk, Akira The Don, Amanda Palmer, Joie Mikitson, PC Hille, Redmond Castle, Paul Winkler, Johnny Others, Andy Von Pip, Andy Semi, Kimberly de Malpertuis, Liam Francis, Plants Vs. Zombies, Berliner Rundfunk 91.4, Duncan, Stuart Laws, Nick Long, Les Carter, Nicky Biscuit, Mikey Breyer + all who’ve supported, helped, kept faith and otherwise not been wankers.

Produced by
Ed East at Studio East, Berlin


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Clippings

Written by admin on June 24, 2010 – 6:25 pm -

“…I was hooked in one, as they took apart, with bitter grace, the media /academic obsession with and delight in the downfall of stars and idols.”

– NEIL GAIMAN (Author of Coraline, The Sandman Comic series)

“Neo-Brecht/Weill theatricality? Check. Profane razor strop wit? Check. Irreverent misanthropy? Check. Scathing socio-cultural critiques? Check. Acid sweet indiepop songcraft? Check. Meet the fabulously unfashionable, unfashionably fabulous Indelicates.”

–ROLLING STONE

“The Indelicates are political punk musos attempting to bring the poetry back into pop”

– THE GUARDIAN

“It’s impossible to overstate how much music today needs The Indelicates; in our darkest hour, hope may yet be at hand”

– THE FLY

“…this is intelligent, poetic indie-rock. In other words, it bears no resemblance to The View, The Fratellis, or any other examples of that kind of nonsense”

– ARTROCKER

“Stunning.”

– NME

“Unashamedly intelligent bands with purpose and agenda are thin on the ground. This is why the indelicates have been my favourite new band in every end of year poll I’ve been asked to complete in the last four years, but that is not enough. They are going to become the answer to every question put to me; Favourite film? the indelicates. Favourite book? the Indelicates My view on the American Primaries? The indelicates How many sugars in my tea ? the indelicates. Until they get the recognition they deserve.”

– EDDIE ARGOS, ART BRUT, in MUSIK EXPRESS

As well as the usual print media, The Indelicates début album was heavily blogged, as well as being in the top 10 of many of the January 2009 ‘best-of 2008′ lists. Some of the choice reviews are included below, as well as print clippings, and some of the German Reviews. The Indelicates have also been on the cover mount CDs of Clash magazine, Musik Express in Germany, top ten in the Indie Chart in Austria, top 40 in the UK Indie Chart, and featured in New York’s Village Voice a number of times.

“American Demo is powerful, angry, funny (yes kids they do have a sense of humour) poignant, honest, thought provoking, at times incredibly moving, and utterly brilliant. At the end of the day (sporting cliché alert) what more can you ask for from pop music? The Indelicates tackle challenging subjects with a lightness of touch and a subtlety, which, at times, make the Manic Street Preachers tendency for heavy-handed overwrought bombast appear about as consequential as a 2 Unlimited single. They have certainly raised the stakes, and posed the question- can this album be bettered in 2008? …I can say, hand on heart it really does deserve the accolade “ F**king genius.”

From The Von Pip Musical Express: http://vonpipmusicalexpress.wordpress.com/2008/01/12/the-indelicates-american-demo-review/

“American Demo blows away all the indie bands claiming to make a difference and say something that counts; this is one of the only records this decade that really deserves to count.”

From ‘RoomThirteen’                http://www.roomthirteen.com/cgi-bin/cd_view.cgi?CDID=7588

“This record is vicious. It sits in the corner of the pub, performing character assassinations on you and all you hold dear. And you let it get away with it because it is beautiful. “

From Music Towers

http://www.musictowers.com/news/reviews/albums/album-the-indelicates-american-demo/

“Flitting ferociously from bitterly spat criticisms marred with hostility and hatred to spine-tingling lulls adorned with ardour and affection, the diversity and uniqueness of this epic debut album is beyond measure.

From Noize Makes Enemies

http://www.noizemakesenemies.co.uk/2008/04/indelicates-american-demo-album-review.html

“Look at that cover. Are Simon and Julia painting a line between us, the consumer, and they, the artistes? Are they separating themselves from the rest of music? Are they suggesting American Demo paints them into a corner? All three would fit the tone of an album that sees no reason to make secret its intellectualism yet never ends up hectoring. That Simon’s voice is a pretty much exact cross between those of Luke Haines and Carter USM’s Jim Bob is entirely fitting, being as his and her lyrics work on the same qualities as those – angry, pop culture decrying, thought provoking, fairly conceptual, leavened with scabrous wit. Every detail you read about their history, all poetry slams and polka dots, seems to fit perfectly into the mock-didacticism they exhibit. The Indelicates  album was… given full marks by reviewers who are driven to write in a style you won’t see anywhere else in their output. That’s what they do to people, because they sound important.”

From Sweeping The Nation

http://sweepingthenation.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweeping-nation-albums-of-2008-number_20.html

“Most obviously, The Indelicates recall The Auteurs, and Luke Haines in all his many misanthropic guises. Less obviously, but accurately, in that they constantly question the cliched conventions of the rock medium while happily using its greatest strengths (also cliches), and in that they always bite the hand that feeds them (but only after making damn sure they get fed), they recall The Sisters of Mercy, The Sex Pistols,The Psychedelic Furs, early Manic Street Preachers, and the John Cooper Clarke of ‘Beasley Street’. They’re the latest twist of the knife that began turning when Dylan first asked ‘how does it feel?’ and which continued through Johnny Rotten’s ‘ever get the feeling that you’ve been cheated?’, via not only the self-conscious artifice of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, but also the voracious, politicised self-empowerment of post-punk and riot grrl, yet without the paranoia and self-righteousness that ultimately resulted in said scenes being forever marginalised and impotent…”

From Hell Is For Hipsters

http://hellisforhipsters.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/the-indelicates-american-demo/

“‘We Hate The Kids’, quakes like the cup of water in Jurassic Park as the Tyrannosaurus Rex approaches, and the climax is breath-taking…This is an important album – nothing and nobody will convince me otherwise.”

From Playlouder

http://playlouder.com/content/16630/the-indelicates-american-demo

“Corrosive performance poetry and pop music passion, this is an album on immaculate themes. American Demo really is the aesthetic arm of the outsiders, and The Indelicates right now are pretty much unbeatable.”

From Music OMH

http://www.musicomh.com/albums/indelicates_0408.htm#

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