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What we see and what we seem are but a dream, a dream within a dream.
- Red House Painters — Down Colorful Hill
So it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks And we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop And I thought at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face Like a mad whore And twenty-four keeps pounding at...
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So, on the first take, when our little pile of shrubbery beached on the rocks, and it was time to make a break for it to shore, did we ever. It wasn't far, but all I could think of, much like when you're climbing a ladder, and your mind keeps...
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And now? Now I was standing in Nicole's courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic, accelerated beating of my own heart. I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I couldn't...
- Ode To La While Thinking Of Brain Jones, Deceased
LAmerica Cold treatment of our empress LAmerica The Transient Universe LAmerica Instant communion and communication lamerica emeralds in glass lamerica searchlights at twi-light lamerica stoned streets in the pale dawn lamerica robed in exile lamerica...
- Sonido Lasser Drakar — The Electric Mass Begins
Nhaa — Nhaa — Nhaaac — Nhaooc — Ahnaoooch — Coch — Coooch — Chooooch — Cuuooosh — Chuuooochuwawahoogh! — Wheek! — Wheek Wheek Wheek! This is the story of two young pigs — They were training on a lake — An artificial lake —...
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Picnic at Hanging Rock
Waiting a million years, just for us.
What we see and what we seem are but a dream, a dream within a dream.
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- Red House Painters — Down Colorful Hill
So it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks And we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop And I thought at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face Like a mad whore And twenty-four keeps pounding at...
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So, on the first take, when our little pile of shrubbery beached on the rocks, and it was time to make a break for it to shore, did we ever. It wasn't far, but all I could think of, much like when you're climbing a ladder, and your mind keeps...
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And now? Now I was standing in Nicole's courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic, accelerated beating of my own heart. I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I couldn't...
- Ode To La While Thinking Of Brain Jones, Deceased
LAmerica Cold treatment of our empress LAmerica The Transient Universe LAmerica Instant communion and communication lamerica emeralds in glass lamerica searchlights at twi-light lamerica stoned streets in the pale dawn lamerica robed in exile lamerica...
- Sonido Lasser Drakar — The Electric Mass Begins
Nhaa — Nhaa — Nhaaac — Nhaooc — Ahnaoooch — Coch — Coooch — Chooooch — Cuuooosh — Chuuooochuwawahoogh! — Wheek! — Wheek Wheek Wheek! This is the story of two young pigs — They were training on a lake — An artificial lake —...