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A savage night at the opera.
Another savage night at the club.
Let's face it, old souls like us are being born to die!
It's not a war till someone loses an eye!
Yes, I'm familiar with your scene.
Some would say, shockingly uptight.
21-gun salute to the Fallen Birds Of The Sky.
I heard their record, it's alright...
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value...
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value...
Hey, Mystic Prince Of The Purlieu At Night!
I heard your record, it's alright...
You'll never guess just what I've seen...
A horse abandoned midstream...
Quatrain etched on a dirtpile...
Quatrain etched, hey that's your style!
You'll never guess just where I've been...
A life abandoned midstream...
Quatrain etched on a turnstile...
Just set the loop and then go wild-
- Album:
- Poison Season
- Riot EP
- Generators EP
- Wrong Answer EP
- Your Blues
- Terra Nova
- Five Spanish Songs
- Ghosts EP
- Trouble In Dreams
- Kaputt
- Poison Season (Bonus Version)
- Times Square
- Girl in a Sling
- Dream Lover
- Thief
- Ideas for Songs
- A Merge Records Sampler: Fall 2010
- Archer on the Beach
- Notorious Lightning and Other Works
- Kaputt (Bonus Version)