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Wild Black Yonder

by The Maybe Pile

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1.
down on the cliffs where the waves lick the shore on a bench by the path she sits waiting for any road weary traveller just wanting some rest for his feet be you highwayman, minstrel or mariner oh don't suffer to rest on her seat don't let her touch you don't let her catch hold of your hand all that she wants is to drag you away through a crack to another land one of the other ones one of the hungry ones she rosy eyes, rosy cheeks rosy lips, rosy teeth all she desires is to pull you away from your home, from your world from your life, from your place and she sits with that terrible smile on her face and she sits in the darkness and smiles as she waits waits to carry you off to that terrible place where the other ones swim in their ocean of pain all they desire is to drag us away from this home, from this world from this life, from this place and they each wear that terrible grin on their face as they sit in the darkness and wait for their prey to be baited and lured and then carried away somewhere other to never be heard from again don't let them touch you don't let one catch hold of your hand all they desire is to drag you away through a crack to another land
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i want to sleep so long you won't see me i'll be gone when you can go on no longer head to the wild black yonder perfect silence peace deathly quiet peaceful sleep when there's nothing good to ponder head to the wild black yonder when you're hollow and despondent when you'll never get any stronger when there's nothing good to ponder when you can go on no longer head to the wild black yonder into the wild black yonder into the wild dedicated to John Robins
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Hexagon 01:39
5.
Revolutions 03:30
it's colourless here i don't hear a sound there's cold stone at my fingers and the world goes round there's thin lines over everything scratches and marks a crawling sensation and the world goes dark just colourless here i don't hear a sound a falling sensation and the world goes round bring the lights, bring the movement make me feel the revolutions 1670 kilometres per hour we're spinning round, i feel nothing we're spinning and we feel nothing we're spinning round at 1670 kilometres per hour we're spinning and we feel nothing we're spinning round we feel nothing just spinning round and the world goes round there's thin lines over everything yeah these scratches and marks i've got a crawling sensation and the world stays dark there's nausea here no core to be found desiccated and brittle and the world goes round
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Peruke 00:39

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Thanks to Evan Sunley James

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released October 4, 2017

Samdrub Dawa - production, engineering, percussion
Gordon Duncan - music, all instruments except where noted, engineering (track 2, 5)
Louis Smith - vocals (track 1, 3, 5), piano (track 2)

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Robin Cederman - piano (track 1)
Alon Hillel - brass (track 1)
Joe Di Fiore - clarinet (track 1)
Brandon Meeks - double bass (track 1)

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