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Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Live In The Dust

Duration: 04'42"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5A–4–99

Last play: 18/12/2018 at 04:56:56



Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Preacher In The Ring Pt. I

Duration: 05'02"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 2; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5A–6–156

Last play: 12/01/2019 at 01:34:23



Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: Mandolin Rain

Duration: 05'18"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–4–139

Last play: 05/01/2019 at 15:39:47

B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby The song came and went Like the times that we spent Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent I laughed and she'd smile It would last for awhile You don't know what you got till you lose it all again Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go A cool evening dance Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill >From the air till they play the last song I'll do my time Keeping you off my mind but there's moments That I find, I'm not feeling so strong Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Running down by the lakeshore She did love the sound of a summer storm It played on the lake like a mandolin Now it's washing her away once again...again Whoa whoa whoa... Yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah... Oooooh... Listen to... Do, do, do... The boat's steaming in I watch the sidewheel spin and I Think about her when I hear that whistle blow I can't change my mind I knew all the time that she'd go But that's a choice I made long ago Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go As she turns to go, oh hoh... Listen to the mandolin rain... Whoa whoa whoa whoa oh hoh... Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Ahhh... Listen to the mandolin rain... Submitted by Michael Hack


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: See the Same Way

Duration: 05'36"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 7B–4–92

Last play: 13/01/2019 at 10:19:33

There was a little girl picked up a doll Oh so white as snow Said this is me as I really am Same little girl picked up a doll Looked just like her And threw it away in the garbage can One man in a courtroom with a grim-faced stare A sea of armchair experts judging what's said One man saw another man that could've been him One man and a woman saw nothing but red, red, red You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way One man saw a healer doing such good, good things One man saw a sinner by the Holy Sea Well Jesus and the Pharisees didn't see eye to eye But the man on the shore saw so clearly You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way I want to be at the meeting, I want to be in that number When we all see, see the same, see the same way One man saw a million men standing in peaceful grace One man saw nobody missing work Telling lots of bad jokes might just make you feel good But you never know who, who you hurt with your words You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way There was a man playing G.I. Joe, way back there in the woods In training for the coming of the promised war Seeing all conspiracy, needs somebody to blame If only he could open up, love a little more You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way


Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: On the Western Skyline

Duration: 04'42"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–6–96

Last play: 26/10/2018 at 09:02:53

B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby About this time of evening, out by the bay They turn the roadlights on the bridge A diesel rolls in silhouette, eastbound Lovers glad the sun has set I'm staring into the twilight Wishing I could find someone tonight I know she's out there somewhere On the western skyline Lonely women say a prayer On the western skyline The rooftops sag on second street Bachelor's quarters, too much fun, not enough fun The kite's still hanging on the wire Waiting on the wind Too many dreams, not enough hope Voices on my radio Telling me where I should go I know she's out there somewhere On the western skyline Lonely women say a prayer On the western skyline They'll set up on the bandstand When the sailors hear the whistle blow Underneath the streetlight Violence in the afterglow Give me a shiny Cadillac Close your eyes past that city limits sign He's got the admiral's daughter in the back Trying to cross her battle line As I'm staring into the twilight Wishing I could be with her tonight I know she's out there somewhere On the western skyline Lonely women say a prayer On the western skyline


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Shadow Hand

Duration: 04'16"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 7B–6–83

Last play: 10/01/2019 at 00:10:32

I'm shaking my shadow hand Shaking my shadow hand In light of all I've learned so far I don't believe I'm so strange In spite of all this time I spend Calling the air by a name When the first light goes over the trees He will be singing with me And if I feel like singing alone He always leaves me be I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand There's a man out walking around in the night A lantern in his hand Looking all around, searching in vain For an honest man In my little world of make-believe I talk to myself or my friend If some real life comes tempting me I'm going back in my room again I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand So nice to pretend, think I'll do it again No cards to send, no torn heart to mend A little imagination and then A world of fantasy with my friend I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe again It's my shadow hand


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Resting Place

Duration: 04'45"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9A–6–99

Last play: 17/01/2019 at 00:27:15

I'm on a long sojourn I'm sitting here shedding my skin Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new mind state Hey, let's go looking for squirrels Let's find something to do I think she's shooting it right at you Look down I said right at you And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place Hey, let's duck down this side street Maybe no, nobody else will see Everybody sees us as big fat bastards But I can just see you looking at me Ever feel like a side-show attraction Ever feel like a walking infraction Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats Don't know just what they mean Maybe not good, real bad I bet And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new way, way to relate You ever feel like a street walker I get by being a funny talker All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin' And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Sneaking Up On Boo Radley

Duration: 05'15"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre:

Locomotive: true

Likes: 2; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5A–4–99

Last play: 04/01/2019 at 03:07:39

Crawl up the back steps Up to the back door Reach up in the dark Turn the handle a little more Open up real slow So the door won't creak Look ahead, look behind Don't shuffle your feet Hey - They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Hear the caterpillar crawl Hear the bedbugs bite Hear the crickets scream All the sounds of the night Hear the sound of footprints On the ground I think I see Don't step on the lightning bugs Watch the crack in your knees They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley They say he's funny, got a loose screw Stay away, he's a threat to you Give him a break, what do we know Might turn out we would like him so We fear what we just don't know I heard he served a long time ago Saw some things we'll never know We laugh and sneak around in the night Fun and games but I know it's not right Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we castigate him Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we flagellate him They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Down the street, walking sadly My little sister, loves him madly I'm feeling like the Man From Gladly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Sneaking up on Boo Radley


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Sad Moon

Duration: 06'32"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 5; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 12B–4–96

Last play: 15/01/2019 at 13:23:45

I think maybe I knew her in school In my memory's faded view I remember years ago, her name I barely knew Years later I saw her in town Knocking on my window talking loud She said baby do you need a date Or just a little foolin' around Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon I said thanks, no I don't need that But as she turned her naked back She turned to go, and I just had to stare at her walking away Looking out there it might be me But for the grace of God oh I can see A grain of sand, a strand of hair A chromosome or someone's dare Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon Couldn't help but follow her Felt so bad but couldn't stop Curiosity's got me, worth a damn I know I'm not I put her down but want her too Ashamed to say I want her a lot Guess I'll go and move along Let it go, let it drop Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Sunflower Cat (Some Dour Cat) (Down With That)

Duration: 03'55"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: true

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–6–97

Last play: 06/01/2019 at 06:33:44

One eye is open, the other eye is shut Don't throw anything to me I'm in no place, no place to receive And I just can't move a thing Well, things are rough down here You know it's a little grim Whatever you've got to pick me up To take me out, I'm in I'm down with that In my dreams I can fly, fly high Over fields and across the sky Then I'm awake and I'm back on the ground If you could take me back up there I'm down, down with that When I escape and close my eyes Can't tell you from me Sometimes in dreams I look at myself And it looks so good, what I see Well, I'm having a little trouble here Could you maybe help me out? A little confidence pill you got To take away my self-doubt I'm down with that In my dreams I can fly, fly high Over fields and across the sky Then I'm awake and I'm back on the ground If you could take me back up there I'm down, down with that Slow down son, shake yourself Why make your own hell? Say what are you doing son? I'm just trying to like myself I'd love to help you out You know I really, really would May your days be bright and well I'm down In my dreams I can I fly, fly high Over fields and run through the sky Then I'm awake and I'm back on the ground If you could take me back up there I'm down, down with that


Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: Down the Road Tonight

Duration: 04'26"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–6–127

Last play: 16/10/2018 at 16:17:45

There's a place A local roadside shack A poor man's Paris with a parking lot in the back There's a girl there She knows how to unwind She don't talk much but she knows just how to act I said - Don't tell me she don't love me The money's just a mere formality Every day, Every night Somethings going on, something's going on Down the road over yonder Any place, any time when I'm fading My love lies waiting Down the road tonight When I was younger All the older boys Would drive me way out past the county fair They'd laugh and point out This roadside trailer And say something wild's going on over there They said - What they're doing Don't mean nothing to you now But someday it'll mean everything There were movies in the parlor They were dealing one-eyed jacks And when I said I loved her She said - Just keep coming back


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Swan Song

Duration: 05'00"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 8B–5–152

Last play: 28/11/2018 at 01:52:33

This is no fond farewell You can be sure I could wish It was no farewell at all It's been a good long run Oh, to be sure I don't regret much Not much at all I'm gonna love the night away Gonna do what I want to any old day And all at once I know the clouds Gonna clear for me And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will miss the times when we were so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone This is no sorrowful day You can be sure I've got No axe to grind at all It's circumstance or burn out You can be sure I've been grinding Till I'm grinding to a halt Sometimes it's the right thing to cut the cord You've been holding on hard but your hands get sore Sometimes it's worth it, but sometimes you wonder what for And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round in some dim light And I will miss the times when it was so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will miss the times when we were so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone I'm gone, yeah, I'm gone I'll be long, long gone, long gone


Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: Every Little Kiss

Duration: 05'48"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: true

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 6B–4–83

Last play: 03/01/2019 at 16:33:37

B. R. Hornsby Way out here, working on the docks Everyone sees the long day through Well what would I do without the nights and the phone And the chance just to talk to you A thousand miles away What I wouldn't give for only one night A little relief in sight Or someday when times weren't so tight When the day goes down on the water town When the sun sinks low all around That's when I know I need you now You're what I miss Every little kiss Everybody here's a number, not a name But I guess that's all right with me As i sit alone after a long day In the absence of company Oh I let my mind wander... A thousand miles away What I wouldn't give for only one night A little relief in sight Or someday when times weren't so tight When the day goes down on the water town When the sun sinks low all around That's when I know I need you now You're what I miss Every little kiss


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Pete & Manny

Duration: 03'15"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 10B–6–95

Last play: 06/11/2018 at 15:42:23

Pete took up Latin dancing Sherry loved his style We loved to laugh as they glided past But he kicked the blues for awhile Manny wanted to be artsy Always dressed in black Our spirits rose as he struck the pose But he found peace in the wonderful clothes Hey, oh, hey, now there you go Round and round and round it goes Where it stops no one knows Hey, oh, whoa, oh, there you go Round and round and round it goes First to laugh is the last to know Jimmy went and joined the gym His posing was a sight We thought he looked like a clown in tights But we were the ones home alone at night And hey, oh, hey, now there you go Round and round and round it goes Where it stops no one knows Hey, oh, whoa, oh, there you go Round and round and round it goes First to laugh is the last to know Johnson loved to feign indifference A nihilist to the brim We'd shout as he would spout That nothing ever fazes him Hey, oh, hey, now there you go Round and round and round it goes Where it stops no one knows Hey, oh, whoa, oh, there you go Round and round and round it goes First to laugh is the last to know


Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: The Long Race

Duration: 04'23"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 11B–8–112

Last play: not played yet

It's a hazy winter's day And I'm staring out on the southland In the twilight distance on the bay My mind sees you running through the marshland All these years I've been waiting for you Through the high tides and the low tides too But if I stop now how could I ever be with you? It's a long race If I try I will surely finish It's a long race If I try I will surely win it Some day some night with you There's a village on the lower eastern shore Where the watermen's boats are anchored And they work so hard all day long Showing me what you want to go after All these years I've been pushing so hard Through the high times and the low times too But if I stop now How could I know what I could do? It's a long race If I try I will surely finish It's a long race If I try I will surely win it Some day some night with you


Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: The Wild Frontier

Duration: 04'04"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 8A–8–112

Last play: 13/01/2019 at 08:33:25

Here I am I'm in a gaseous haze Ten lanes and tall boys Going both ways El Dorado riding on the fringe Aztec princes take revenge (take revenge) This ain't my style, this ain't my home I'm going where it's safe to roam Take me all the way back To the wild frontier Well I'm counting the miles Seeing her smile in the wild frontier Electric sun Electric hair Leather skin Leather underwear She said hey You know I'm getting in the biz Come on over I'll show you where some action is This ain't my style, this ain't my home I'm going where it's safe to roam Take me all the way back To the wild frontier (Oh...oh!) Well I'm counting the miles Seeing her smile in the wild.... Take me all the way back To the wild frontier (Oh...oh!) Well I'm counting the miles Seeing her smile in the wild frontier Hey! Oooh! Oh-ho! In the wild frontier! In the wild frontier!


Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: The Red Plains

Duration: 05'00"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–6–153

Last play: not played yet

Four walls I built one winter She came to share my name For years we lived as lovers on the open plains Far off the heat wave shimmers Pipelines and the gasoline One day it all came running like a bad dream Fire, smoke-filled lungs I hope I'll be standing when the day is done Yeah, we're... Staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up on Sunday morning Repent for Friday night Don't let 'em tell you it's gonna be a fair fight I gave her clothes and a diamond She loved the things that shine But one day the gold and the silver got left behind Fire, smoke-filled rooms I hope I'll be standing when the day is through Yeah, we're staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the blood and the smoke A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all blows up in flames Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na nana na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na-na Na na na na na nana na na na na Fire, smoke-filled rooms I hope I'll be standing when the day is through Yeah, we're... Staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all blows up in flames


Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: The River Runs Low

Duration: 04'27"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 10B–4–131

Last play: not played yet

The rain held back again Haven't felt a drop since you went away Outside of town, the hills are brown I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden Lines outside the welfare store The clock is stopped at the bank next door They yelled like hell when the boys left home Now just like you, they're all gone The river runs low tonight And eyes are closed on the waterline The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And nobody waits for the tide to rise I'm gonna wait till you make The river run high Whoa-oh...Whoa, oooh... The old man's gettin' on Keeps the morning paper in his overcoat It keeps him warm in the cold storm And he told me today I look a little lonely Up in the air they're heading south The sky is light to the west of town With a little cash I could get around You know I'd come out there and find you Whoa... The river runs low tonight And eyes are closed on the waterline The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And nobody waits for the tide to rise But I'm gonna wait till you make The river run high Whoa-oh...Whoa, oooh...Whoa-oh.... Up in the air they're heading south The sky is light to the west of town With a little cash I could get around You know I'd come out there and find you Whoa... The river runs low tonight And eyes are closed on the waterline The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And nobody waits for the tide to rise I'm gonna wait till you make The river run high Whoa-oh-oh...Whoa, oooh...oooooo...la-laaa....


Artist: Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Title: The Way It Is

Duration: 05'02"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–4–111

Last play: not played yet

Standing in line making time Waiting for the welfare dime 'Cause they can't buy a job a man in a silk suit hurries by As he catches the poor old ladies' eyes Just for fun he says "Get a job" That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is But don't you believe them They say hey little boy you can't go Where the others go 'Cause you don't look like they do Said hey old man how can you stand To think that way Did you really think about it Before you made the rules He said, Son That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is But don't you believe them Well they passed a law in '64 To give those who ain't got a little more But it only goes so far Because the law don't change in another's mind When all it sees is the hiring time Is the line on the color bar That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is But don't you believe them


Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: White Wheeled Limousine

Duration: 05'36"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 4A–5–123

Last play: 16/01/2019 at 19:55:23



Artist: Bruce Hornsby/The Noisemakers

Title: Over The Rise

Duration: 05'28"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 10B–4–137

Last play: 25/09/2018 at 10:37:39



Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Big Swing Face

Duration: 05'36"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 1B–4–96

Last play: 15/10/2018 at 02:40:10



Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: The Chill

Duration: 04'13"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 2A–5–88

Last play: not played yet



Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Spider Fingers

Duration: 06'52"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 7B–6–124

Last play: 18/01/2019 at 08:47:22



Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: The Longest Night

Duration: 05'24"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–3–103

Last play: 25/11/2018 at 08:12:51



Artist: Bruce Hornsby

Title: Great Divide

Duration: 05'03"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–6–108

Last play: 05/11/2018 at 19:08:32



Artist: Bruce Hornsby/The Range

Title: Every Little Kiss

Duration: 05'49"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 6B–4–83

Last play: not played yet



Artist: Bruce Hornsby/The Range

Title: On the Western Skyline

Duration: 04'39"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–6–96

Last play: not played yet



Artist: Bruce Hornsby & the Noisemakers

Title: Celestial Railroad

Duration: 04'42"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9B–5–80

Last play: not played yet




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