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Light streams the day into all Light beams will pull the clouds away Bright greens will change in the fall Sight seen; we do this every day

we’ve seen a great design that’s bitter that’s bitter that’s bitter we flee the scene of crime no winner no winner no winner what’s really on the line what’s fitter what’s fitter what’s fitter

I'm kind of regretting making this an ode to garlic and onions.

In a lost scrap of rude time In the stones pressing long Where a brave thing Found the fate’s string End assertively shown For a lost cause she’d find Seeking out naught but truth Grumbled wasting For the May’s sting Seems it brought…

This is Sean S's baby, and Tom G and Sean H love it. Check it out.

Through the air There’s the ground No control Now just a minute Who here begin it Now just a minute Who here begin it Speak your piece Fool us all Show the priest To the wall Now just a minute Who here begin it Now just a minute…

Some stylistic things borrowed from AJFA, hat tip to the golden progression (Unforgiven, Fade to Black) with reference to James' fondness of harmony guitar. Lots of Guitars by Sean S.; Vox/drum machine/bass by Tom; Solo Guitar by Sean H)

Take him on The scrabbling spree Words like grotto Ended month Ending nowhere Catch him up We found the key Last year’s motto Brazen son Ending nowhere Enter the scene You’re spoiling for a red nose battered One two three Say it…

Sean S got the vast majority of this done; Tom G contributed acoustic bass