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A radio slice

moonglow eyebrow; nightshine vision
voice parts paths in the sky
started fragment conversations, never closed
seduce you with pointless diatribe
tape deteriorates, still walk upon air
'cause you know the hewn rock classics never die.
oh, i miss you, but the classics never die.


4 Apr 05

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Not bad. I'd give the last line as something like:

Oh, I miss you alright. The classics never die.
 — ka

all right is two words -- other than that, i must agree with Ka
this is so much, jammed into so little -- hewn rock classics!

indeed ... this will be a classic
 — Bloodfetish

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