IMAGINARY LINES
Produced by Ric Albano
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The Phoenix Written: December 10, 2004 Running Time: 3:56 |
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Lyrics It appeared you found a new direction Heading down towards the mines Where you would pick for gold In dire perplexion Disregarding all alternative signs To a future wrought By burrowing down you'd resigned Then sometime came some eccentric stranger Seemed quite familiar, but yet not quite Who would harass until you'd ogre the danger Until finally you'd step out into the light Those derivatives of naïveté you'd now fight Your millstone is that of one Self-carved and with gaiety But this lusus naturae must now be collapsed Through rumpus mutiny The rain falls down (But there's no comfort in the cool) The wretched heat (Cannot be dampened by the pool) You break down, disintegrate, & break down Refined into diminutive shapes Ordained reality, from this flame no escape It appears you found a new direction Pointed towards the sky Puissant with refreshed predilection Black elbows, white lightning in your eyes From the serrated, glassy desert floor You now rise! |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Paul Smith Recorded starting on May 9, 2005 at Saturation Acres Studio, Danville, Pa. Performers Ric Albano - Keys, Bass, Vocals Bret Alexander - Guitars Ron Simasek - Drums Appears on:
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| Written by Ric Albano  © 2004 All Rights Reserved. |
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