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Produced by Ric Albano
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A New Religion Written: August 25, 2006 Running Time: 4:11 |
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Lyrics Dolphins flying in the sky Formations four by four Yet no one seems to find this scene absurd They’ve all been trained to say That this all existed yesterday Or so they've heard, now they're sure Some cultivated visions Have morphed into this new religion And no one dares to test its doctoral rule Less they be ridiculed Evicted from the "Clique of Fools" Through cruel avenues The theorem is undisputable The cause is undeniable The burden is unbelievable to come We've got to blindly act Before there is no turning back Don't be numb, beat them drums The Reverend gave his sermon today Then folded up his good notebook And on private wings flew away Does he really believe That his words will sustain? Dolphins marching on the ground Two by two, side by side And those who don't salute are forced inside To be reeducated, corrected, and assimilated With the tribe, the blessed tribe The Shaman carved a new edict on the stone For the tribe to follow religiously Until those good souls regain the throne This trumps every other thing That you've known |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Bret Alexander Recorded starting on April 13, 2007 at Saturation Acres Studio, Danville, Pa. Performers Ric Albano - Keys, Bass, Vocals Ron Simasek - Drums Appears on:
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| Written by Ric Albano  © 2006 All Rights Reserved. |
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