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Not much to say except to warn you not to get too serious about all this, if you want to become a writer of fiction in the future. If you intend to become a critic, that is a Whale of another color…Playing around with symbols, even as a critic, can be a kind of kiddish parlor game. A little of it goes a long way.
lyrics
From the gallows to the sea, I let a wave wash over me
Black clouds over The Gulf Stream
Oh, lord, we’re in distress
We made a plan, it was just a mess
We made a plan, it was just a mess...
With all our worst-kept secrets beaming on the radio
An echo of an echo of an echo
Lydia, dear, you know, you’re with me right here
I’m humming your songs into the air
From the shadows on the sea, I let the night pour over me
Sharks circling in The Gulf Stream
Oh, lord, we’re in distress
The map we made was just a sketch
The map we made was just a mess…
And I don’t know what to say
It’s a twisted chain
It’s a length of rope
It’s an open boat
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Lydia L,
released August 12, 2014
Song by Adrian. Noise by Trackjackets. Chirping Ostrich Music© 2014.
Recorded and mixed by Jason Baliban at High Sundry Studio <highsundry.com>.
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