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Produced by Ric Albano
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Twilight of Innocence Written: May 19, 1997 Running Time: 7:02 |
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Lyrics Early on a Friday in May Dancing on a crest of a wave I could feel the sudden crashing Of cold water rush upon my shore In the twilight of innocence With curiosity pushed to turbulence I'm bewildered by your passive hints That soon you may not need me anymore I shouldn't anything distract me from anything That's going on this perfect day Of leisure and play These truly are the best of times Dream-scaped array For five years we have built These stories brick day by day Don’t let this end, don’t let it end You may be the follower But you’ve got your own great mind Open up your eyes and cherish Everything that you will surely find In a year or twelve you may not remember This quite the way that I do But I'll always remember you You shouldn't let anything Distract you from everything That's going on this perfect day Of bliss and fun These truly are the best of times Cannot be out-done Please don't allow the trite To ever grow into distraction To what you've got You've got a lot We left the beach as the dark patches Advanced to hide the sun Ran to the verge so we could Witness this meteorological phenomenon Caught two rainbows in a jaunty dance Beneath the haunting clouds In turn they tapped The gray water on either side Like Heaven's arms outstretched And grasping at the tide Seagulls a-blaze in the bent light A truly mystical sight The night arrived with such harmony Embroiled forever in my memory Later on the beach that day I wondered just what you would say If you could reflect back on this time Right now along with us four It is such a system we possess The turning over of the vines Although the world is a bit of a mess Perhaps your judgement will be better than mine Would you tell me that everything Is a segue to everything That's going on, that's in our song It's what you've got Ready or not! Heaven's ambience is the crashing of the tide Fades and echoes to the past As we commence our return ride The day expired with such harmony Embroiled forever in my memory It's what I see when I retreat Into the halls of my memory |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Bret Alexander Recorded starting on September 10, 2004 at The Subterranean, Silver Spring, Pa. Performers Ric Albano - Keyboards, Bass, Percussion, Vocals Erik Trabert - Guitars Appears on:
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| Written by Ric Albano  © 1997 All Rights Reserved. |
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A Sliver of Time Stored in the Halls of Memory | |||||||
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