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Seven Oaks
04:08
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Several decades later, seven wicked scoundrels,
Rumble through the woodland, where the the rumor started,
That the itching, caused by surly branches
Was just a deception of some cranky dryads,
Which were hiding in the captivating haze of
Fiery gleaming, blazing lady’s slipper orchids,
And did not know, that if they had spoken
Out the rousing words of carefully kept secrets,
They would not have had to waltz with moody
Wood-root goblins, which were, after all,
Not liable
For the vexing riot, that had caused these
dryads,
To devise some vicious razzle-dazzle
Puzzling each and every intruder,
With the fuzzy notion of a spuriously
Itching ear.
What could it be, who’s in the plot?
Unleashing now all these odd vigors,
Through that fuzzy notion of a
Spuriously itching ear?
What could it be, who is in the plot?
What’s the clue?
There is a vaguely obscure inkling
Of the key:
Still they can not see who’s in there,
Since they only care to rumble,
They will only have to wink and to shake
off their past,
If they have to find the trace of all
those vanished dreams.
See how they fade.
We should never cast a doubt on,
The mutability of matters,
And they told you ’bout the way things could
might reappear.
With your eyes wide shut you finally will
catch sight of it.
See how they whiz through it.
What is the tale of these seven old oak trees?
Were they someday charmed by a ravishing beauty?
Could not stand the itching, would not bear the rage.
Should have scent the bedrock,
Changed by surprise. Run and hide!
Look!
They grew boughs on their head!
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Pre & Post Sapients
07:47
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Please be welcome, have a jar and sit down
How was it today and how did you spend
the last ages?
Yes, indeed, there were times when you were lost,
Knowing, someday you will find the pinhead
in some haystack.
But have you ever thought of missing the point?
Been deceived by random truths and the flunky weather.
So throw away the brolly, acknowledge some lies,
Have your way with wisdom, then rewind
it from the flipside.
And when you see how they did before,
And never more, so therefore there
must be,
Well, what to it?
Now just play along, stop leaping around.
Wondering if or where or when was the turn
off of mankind.
Remember as we met there out of nowhere,
You were made believe a circle is as round
as a the sky’s blue.
Tell me, what was it you were really looking for,
Tell me what was it.
Was it the ennui that made you just foil it all?
Was it the ennui?
If you had only found out earlier before
It was the ennui!
What did you think would happen. May I
now recall:
The common bordum made you waste it all!
Allow me now resolving the Gordian Knot.
It isn’t all that tricky as you have always
been presuming.
Simply hand me over your trust in disguise.
Take a sip of promise on which you never
did rely on.
Can you finally scent the essence of glee,
Or are you still obsessing toddling around
in the unknown?
Go ahead my friend, disjoint your belief.
Pervade your vague arcanum, follow the
bliss of oblivion,
Of course, these thoughts,
Of cognition, they were poisoned -
a pity!
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Knock Code IV
02:35
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Di-Dl-A-Di-A-Dl-Di-Dl-Di-Dl-A-Di-Adl
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Encore Mockbae
01:59
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5. |
Don Clemenza
04:36
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Sweet Sirsmaraecalee
02:58
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Zeusler
08:47
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Sandwich With Language
03:15
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9. |
Rezitae Furjie Furjie
04:27
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10. |
Epilogue - Rezeusler
04:53
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