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The last time we made music together was NOT this record Heed the muse then Revise and wander I wonder what would have become of us Had we not been The ones we take for granted Forget us Make grown sounds Clowns compose Future Classique Applique I gained and lost a family on this one (two, in fact, but who keeps track - the heart stars in planned obsolescence, unmanned, mad with art's charred essence) My favorite tied with Pony Express Record (and first love..., get your goat, funeral at the movies) Available from Amazon.com |
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