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You're being chased around a fire by a pack of wild dogs. Your bare feet kick up dirt back toward the growling and snapping behind you. Someone throws you a pogo stick and you use it for a while. Now you're dodging rocks being thrown by punk rock gypsies, the fire is getting hotter and the dogs are getting more vicious and even though you know they're faking and will joyously lap your face if they ever catch you, you don't want them to catch you, you throw away that pogo stick and you want to keep running and digging that rut until you die. The rut gets bigger as you run faster until you're running on the sides of it like in a centrifuge, going so fast that you're sideways and the fire is singing your hair. You finally give up and jump in the flames, which pick you up and make you dance on top, up in the smoke, away with the flying embers. That's what it's like to see Gogol Bordello.