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And in Arcadia
08:22
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And in Arcadia
And in Arcadia,
the birdsong's growing,
and time is slowing
but there's no knowing
the limits of our dreams.
And in Arcadia
the chimes are ringing,
the trees are swinging,
the birds are singing
a song of you and me.
And in Arcadia
the ivy's growing,
the days are slowing
and where they're going
is up to you and me.
And in Arcadia
the chimes are ringing,
and branches swinging.
The moon is singing
a song for you and me.
And in Arcadia
the birdsong's growing,
and time is slowing
and there's no knowing
the limits of our dreams.
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Pasaquan
07:28
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Pasaquan
A higher form
of veracity
will intercede
when our actions
attain the
quintessentially human.
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The Suffering Bastard
07:32
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The Suffering Bastard
Ain't nobody need to come around here anymore.
Everybody steer clear of me, what's more.
Don't be asking me to go down and see
to the folks in the cemetery anymore.
I used to not mind taking them flowers.
I used to not be believing in powers.
Ain't nobody need to come around me anymore.
Everybody just steer clear of me, what's more.
Don't be asking me to go down and see
to the plots in the cemetery anymore.
I used to not mind taking the flowers.
I used to not be believing in powers.
I won't tend a grave, I won't tote a wreath.
It ain't got nothin' to do with belief.
All it took was this note
to mess with my head,
what reads like a thank-you note
from the dead.
Ain't nobody need to come around here anymore.
Everybody just steer clear of me, what's more.
Don't be asking me to go down and see
about the folks at the cemetery anymore.
I used to not mind taking the flowers.
I used to not be believing in powers.
I won't tend a grave, I won't tote the wreaths.
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It ain't got no more use for beliefs.
All it took was this note
to mess with my head,
that reads like a thank-you note
from the dead.
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4. |
Wayfaring Stranger
05:05
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5. |
Hoyt's Night is Over
01:09
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Strange Avenues
09:07
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Strange Avenues
I took a turn down a strange avenue,
doomed to pursue glimpses of gold.
In the sharp blue light, in the glow of her skin,
in the safety of night
in the wonders of sin.
I see you turn down a strange avenue,
doomed to pursue your glimpses of gold.
I watched you walk the path to her door,
in the sharp blue light,
just as I did before.
I am what I am,
you want what you want,
we love what we love,
we are what we are.
From inside our need, for all that we hope,
from such are we turned down dangerous roads.
In the sharp blue light, in the scent of her skin,
in the hunger for life
necessity wins.
I am what I am,
you want what you want,
we love what we love,
we are what we are.
I've taken turns down strange avenues.
In serpentine ways
life returns to me.
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7. |
Eragrostis
04:10
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8. |
Signals Without Message
03:31
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9. |
Oh You Kid
04:21
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10. |
Wesleys Ripped My Flesh
12:13
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11. |
This Squirrel has Flown
08:03
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Art Rock.
Psychedelic Progressive.
Soundscapes.
Instrumental.
Rustic Funk.
Space Exotica.
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