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DARKENESS
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Ice Station Zebra
Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 2
Poe poe whittle me
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How long - Can a bloodless body last
I'm numb - So numb - I'm dead

Arranging words - To turn deceit into blame
Lifeless - Lost and betrayed

Aagh - A fog surrounds the past
Aagh - But the mist and smoke, never lasts

Look all around you
Haunting nights surround you
Cause changing words is all you have
And through your veins they forever last
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Song Comments

Ice Station Zebra
A seasoned writer and performer with extremely catchy, well-crafted songs.


Latest Wonders
Starts slow and builds to climaxes of increasing intensity. Cigarette after.


DARKENESS
Starts slow and builds to climaxes of increasing intensity. Cigarette after.


Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 2
Our cad's bit of strife (knee Bareniece Maxwelton) with a quick ear for spittoons (as the aftertale hath it) glaned up as usual with dumbestic husbandry (no persicks and armelians for thee, Pome- ranzia!) but, slipping the clav in her claw, broke of the matter among a hundred and eleven others in her usual curtsey (how faint these first vhespers womanly are, a secret pispigliando, amad the lavurdy den of their manfolker!) the next night nudge one as was Hegesippus over a hup a ' chee, her eys dry and small and speech thicklish because he appeared a funny colour like he couldn't stood they old hens no longer, to her particular reverend, the director, whom she had been meaning in her mind primarily to speak with (hosch, intra! jist a timblespoon!) trusting, between cuppled lips and annie lawrie promises (mighshe never have Esnekerry pudden come Hunanov for her pecklapitschens!) that the gossiple so delivered in his epistolear, buried teatoastally in their Irish stew would go no further than his jesuit's cloth, yet (in vinars venitas! volatiles valetotum!) it was this overspoiled priest Mr Browne, disguised as a vincentian, who, when seized of the facts, was overheard, in his secondary personality as a Nolan and underreared, poul soul, by accident


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