Unextraordinary Gentlemen - Stars Pulled Down album review
Unextraordinary Gentlemen - Stars Pulled Down is Victorian Steampunk with a significant dark and dirty sound similar to Dale Cooper Quartet And The Dictaphones, Manet, and Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble. The sounds are dark, bleak, and foreboding. Their album is a mixture of Victorian England and American Old West. Unextraordinary Gentlemen are far and beyond their contemporaries as they bring sounds and production from the 19th century into the modern day 21st century.
The End Again is the haunting foreboding opener of the album that has a dark haunting mysterious sound and vibe. Take your time as we indulge in the gray smoke. Broke down in the gray smoke all the time. The song is basically a countdown.
The Drop explains to us how people will remember a person for who they were and not for how they lived. All things cost us all more than you think.
Remember they will remember you. Not how you lived. Remember they will remember what you could not give. Always looking out for others was my first mistake. All things to all cost us all more than you think.
Mark my words, my dear. You and I have you and me to fear. Here we are at the drop. I am the cream what makes your days grow sour. The hour has come. I am changing your gold to lead. I should have known you were never one for fighting. It's the curse of your virtue. You believe in taking the easy way. I believe in synchronicity. You believe in things I cannot see. I believe in the power of hypocrisy.
I am the grain what makes the bread go bitter. The winter has come. No more field of dreams for me. Your kind will delight to my demise. It is the curse of your virtue. Mark my words, my friend. You and I are getting closer to an end. You will have your turn at the drop.
Elephant Head explained how a captain named Captain Nobody tried to snuff and out in an attempt to capture and kill the elephant because the elephant killed his lover and stillborn child by charging at them, panicking, and trampling them. So Captain Nobody has vengeance on his widowed brain.
Captain Nobody. He saw the elephant. He tried to snuff the elephant out in an attempt to capture and kill the elephant. That plan didn’t work for him. Up goes the looking glass. Look out, world. The future passes. Alibis won't save us now. Nobody listens. Nobody cares. Nobody listens to Captain Nobody. Nobody cares about Captain Nobody.
It happened all too fast and too quickly. The elephant killed his lover and stillborn child by charging at them, panicking, and trampling them. Captain Nobody cried out when she fell across the frightened creature's path. In order to control his grief and make a plea at sanity. There is no word as "accident" in his vocabulary. "Atlantica" is under fire.
Captain Nobody has vengeance on his widowed brain. In order to avenge his love and for his child never born, his wishing well is deep and red with ironclad and hammerhead. He turned his tide of panic. Nobody looks away or hides away. Up comes his ire and bile down where the tears surround him. Nobody stakes his claim.
Captain Nobody fought the elementals. He tried to snuff us out, but candles like us work it out. Down goes the serpentine. Look below. The Captain has gone. Memories won't save him now. Memories cannot save him at all. He cried out when she fell across the line of their defense in order to control his grief and make a claw at sanity. There is no word as "accident". Her beauty fell.
Carriage Driven Horses explain how life is gamble you cannot win in and how you should not bite off more than you can chew. At least that’s the case sometimes.
The driven snow path shows you home. A sugar-cube trail beholds her pale coatIt is a habit. You cannot run from it. It is a gamble. A gamble you cannot win. I do not and so you do. I will not and so should you. I halt and so you run. I hurt and so will you. Now you are forest for the trees blind like carriage-driven horses overturning. You have bit off more than you can.
The Unextraordinary Gentlemen explain to how dreams cannot stop us on their song called Almost Imaginary.
Moving forward. Never taking back a sense of freedom. We never stay long. We can hide our tracks. Time and space mean nothing when we are. Floating on something. No, it is nothing at all. Like when you dream you're falling. Almost imaginary. Dreams cannot stop us. We will slide through.
Slipping in thistles invisible. The first time was sidelong and always impossible. Almost too good to be true. This place will never be home, but it will do.
The Unextraordinary Gentlemen tell people to appreciate the planet Earth before it becomes uninhabitable for all lifeforms with their song Kiss the Earth. The song sort of raises environmental awareness and social awareness.
Some of us as humans have strange ways. Some of us can't stay away and some of us have wet ways. Some of us have odd jobs. Some of us have fine positions. Most of us survive the best we can. We are all clay, bone, and muscle. Work and play. Kiss the earth. Kiss the dirt.
These lyrics explain how some people resort to alcoholism to escape reality. “Some of us have leeway/And some of us have gin ways/Some of us have toffee/And some of us have the fear” Some people drink their lives away.
Some of us have leeway and some of us have gin ways. Some of us have toffee and some of us have the fear. Water to wine. Parchment and twine. Some of us have shadow ways and some of us have righteous ways. And some of us used to be so good at being bad.
Lemon Lime Girls are a pair of girls with various diseases and sicknesses.
Lemon Lime Girls under the street lamp are Living Dead girls pretty as sin and are all dressed up in cholera pretending to enjoy life as laughter and indistinguishable voices pass them by. Lemon Lime Girls live and learn. These Lemon Lime Girls have diseases and sicknesses such as syphilis and jaundice. These Lemon Lime Girls live their lives as prostitutes.
Lemon Lime Girls are against the green wall all bound up in cholera Lemon Lime Girls are what you would expect to find in the blind love alley of crime love. Criminal love that is. They do not have long. So help them line their pockets and keep them warm by giving them money.
Dawn / Worst of All is a dark grim Victorian steampunk song about a breaker boy named Elijah who has a black lung. how miners who worked in coal mines died from unsafe hazardous working conditions
Elijah the breaker boy has the black lung due to unsafe hazardous working conditions from working as a coal miner in a coal mine based in Quincy, Massachusetts. Elijah is one of the lucky few to be alive despite having a black lung. All the men and the boys in the mine. Lost in the tunnels of their narrow coal homes.The caged bird has flown. Dead and gone like all the others. The rest of his story is no fun at all.
Worst of all were the children of Quincy, Massachusetts. They, the children of Quincy, Massachusetts, have a history of wandering. When the ground fell down, the twins were never found.
Located 18 kilometers northeast (NE) of Hope, British Columbia, Canada is the Caroline Mine. Death and injury occurred under the surface of the Caroline Mine. There were many the men and boys who died in the mine. All the rain is a black veil of suffering which falls on the Caroline Mine.
One Eyed, Sleepy Eyed Cat is about a sleepy one-eyed cat. A sleepy one-eyed cat is sitting on the porch watching the sun rise. There is not a cloud in the sky. The cat can see everything with its one good eye. Coyotes on the hill are coming in for the kill. The coyotes took the cat’s eye though the cat managed to survive. Now there ain't no coyotes no more. Watching the sun come down is something this sleepy one-eyed cat every evening.
Rest Beyond the Bend explains how coral-monger Jerry liked the platform lady at the platform of the station. This lady at the platform of the station had a pretty face and thick legs. He offers the platform lady with the pretty face and her thick legs a private viewing back at his gallery. Poor Jerry can feel the distant quake poor Jerry can feel the distant quake. She does not love him. He knows he has lost the platform lady at the station with her parasol and her spectacles.
Sad Jerry makes his way along the tracks with pockets full of coral and his dirty hands in bandages. And there hasn’t been a train which has come through here in years.
"Jerry licked his lips. He liked the lady at the platform of the station. The girl with the pretty face and the thick legs. Jerry walked right over. He knows her type. He smiles to himself. Self-deluded dilated Jerry."
"Jerry is a coral-monger. He offers the platform lady with the pretty face and her thick legs a private viewing back at his gallery. Just she and he. And poor Jerry can feel the distant quake. He knows he has lost his prize bird, his turtledove at the station with her parasol and her spectacles. The girl with the pretty legs and thick face."
"'She must be an idiot!' Jerry yells over the roar and whistle he believes with all his tiny, polluted heart is coming around the bend and then recalls. Poor Jerry recalls those distant years when a pretty girl used to stand and wait for him right there on the platform with her pretty face and parasol."
"Sad Jerry, he makes his way along the tracks with pockets full of coral and his dirty hands in bandages. And there ain't been a train through here in years."
Old No. 9 is one of the dark spiritual songs with a gothic rock sound and vibe. The song describes and explains the spirits of the Old No. 9 on the Tamarisk plains.
We walk into the desert wind along the desert rail with bent hearts and stitched-on wings across the Tamarisk plains. We tell our tale of woe to those who would hear such things. We are the spirits. We are the spirits that arrived at the end of the line. The line that fell to Earth.
We walk into the desert wind along the desert trail with bent hearts and stitched-on wings across the Tamarisk Plains. We are the spirits of the Old No. 9. We dine at the end of the line. We look into the blasting sound along the mountain rail with clicking ticking flickering form across the windswept sands. Stars pulled down where we are now.
Gravity is slipping. The caterwaul cry. Happy as the devil in the blue suit. Here come the devil. But we are the spirits that keep the devil away.
Long Time Gone is sad heartbreaking Victorian steampunk closer of the album. The song explains the emotions of what searching for a heart in the low places is like. It will only be death when there is nowhere left in the world. It will only be cold while the storm holds.
I will be gone for a while searching for my heart in the low places. I will be out in the wild spaces. I will be gone a long time. You cannot follow where I must roam. The burden I must haul alone. You will be always at my heart. Your photograph in cameo will keep me from the dark and cold.
I will only be wrong when I am not strong enough. I will only be hated when mistakes are made. Nowhere left in the world. It will only go bad when that is all I have. It is only the end when there is no one left in the world. No one left in the world. Then I'll be running home to you. I'll throw my loving arms around you. I will be secure no more harm befalls you. Until then, I'll be gone a long time.
5/5*****!
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Professor Elemental – A Platter Of Platypuses album review
Professor Elemental – A Platter Of Platypuses is a posh British rap album driven by the sounds of jazz and hip hop. Which of course makes this also a jazzy hip hop album. Professor Elemental showcases his British heritage and British culture in his album. The album is unapologetically British of course. For example, you have songs about tea such as Cup Of Brown Joy and Everything Stops for Tea. Tea is a common theme in Professor Elemental’s songs. A Platter Of Platypuses is one of the lesser known jazzy hip hop albums of 2013.
Professor Elemental raps about his British heritage, the island of Great Britain, and British culture in his song called “I’m British”. The song is unapologetically British of course. Professor Elemental raps over posh British rap and future jazz. The super jazzy grand piano provides that upbeat future jazz sound. That’s where the jazzy hip hop comes from.
Professor Elemental begins every sentence with an apology. Sorry that's the case. That's just British policy. Probably the case with every thing in honesty. Professor Elemental uses 10 words when 2 would do, honestly. Now Professor Elemental is British and that makes him unique. At least when you hear him speak.
The British Empire was compromised of colonies, protectorates, and other territories administered or ruled by the United Kingdom (UK) from 1583-1951. The British Empire held nearly one fourth (1/4) of Earth’s total land area for nearly 4 centuries. But revolutions and rebellion in this colonies and the Winds of change is what led the British Empire to slowly dissolve.
Johnny foreigner is the personification of people from other countries other than those territories and counties which make up the United Kingdom (UK).
That is what the lyrics, “See we used to have an empire, but we got a little cocky/Like haha, Johnny foreigner, I'd like to see you stop me/And sure enough, we rhubarb crumbled” are references to.
Now all the drunk teens stumble in every town. He is rather glad really it made the United Kingdom more humble. He is British. He doesn't want to be fantastic. Just adequate. And if he is nice, he is probably being sarcastic. The British are ridiculously cynical. That's what they’re like. If you can't take a joke, get on your bike. And they know not to work too hard. They’re inventive, accepting, eccentric, and a bit bizarre. Just because of the way they live.
Professor Elemental is British like a clotted cream tea. Clotted cream tea is a British snack delicacy sold in tea rooms throughout England and in some other parts of the Commonwealth. Especially in Devon and Cornwall because that is where clotted cream tea is popular.
He is British like the wickets in the Cricket sport. Like crikey, blimey, nice one, wicked. Like Wodehouse, Orwell, Wells and Poe. He’s British as Williams, James, Hattie Jacques. School dinners, roast dinners, massive cakes. Or a professor in a pith accompanied by Chimpanzees. He’s British as a chimney sweep. Chim chim cheree!
But if you delight in celebrities taken down. Or you can feel bleak joy in a seaside town as the rain pours down on your chips. Or you can drink ten pints of Adnams beer without ever breaking your stride. Or repress your emotions and passions and bury them deep inside. He’s kept a room in a cramped B&B with a TV that only shows BBC2 And he has the keys right here. He’s been keeping them just for you.
So if you're down with the Brits, then make some noise! But if you'd rather not, that's fine. I mean I don't want to cause too much of a fuss.
Well, at this point Professor Elemental would just like to take a moment to apologise on behalf of Britain for all the things that they’ve brought to the world. For example, Simon Cowell, Jim Davidson, fox hunting, black pudding, and racism. But most of all, they’re all terribly sorry about Piers Morgan.
Everything Stops for Tea is Professor Elemental’s cover of the 1935 song called Everything Stops for Tea. This cover uses modern electronic production over rap and jazz. The song is about tea being the United Kingdom’s favourite drink and England’s favourite drink.
Despite tea rationing during the Second World War, the English were addicted to the drink throughout the following decades. The Ministry of Food used the song in its 1940 exhibition and workers expected 15 minute tea breaks twice a day in all British industries in the 1950s, much to the annoyance of managers aiming to boost productivity.
Cup Of Brown Joy is an unapologetically British rap song about tea. Tea is a common theme in Professor Elemental’s songs. The song is driven by a soft lush post grand piano commonly heard in progressive jazz and lounge jazz.
Professor Elemental needs a cup of the brown stuff. The shade of an acorn made warm by the same source that he takes his cakes from. Using a teapot, a mug, or fine china. Professor Elemental has been hooked up to IVs. He need constant supplies.
A drip for his urges might verge on perverted. But for earthy brown tea, I'm certain it's worth it! With Sherpas who work herds and use a fresh fountain. Professor Elemental has discerned brews from Peruvian mountains. He’s slurped up a cuppa from an elephant's trunk with a couple of monks who utterly stunk. He’s had bourbons with sultans and creams with queens. He even has bathed in Earl Grey!
And missionaries dismiss him for his single epiphany. The difference between him and me is a simple sip of British tea! So when times are hard and life is rough, you can stick the kettle on and find him a cup. Now, when I say, "Earl Grey," you say, "Yes, please!" When I say, "Assam," you say, "Lovely!"
Professor Elemental has been around the world in 80 brews to see the place it takes him to.To make a brew that tastes like the cream cakes made by angels do. Professor Elemental is not the same as you. Professor Elemental is not in the same game as you. He is way out of your league when it comes to tea. To swig amazing fluids but don't make it the same.
Now using fine leaves picked by pretty maidens in a bag knitted by a seamstress who lives in Copenhagen, Denmark is one thing. Brewed up in a pot made of semi-precious metal. Let the blessed contents settle in his very special kettle! Earl Grey, Assam, Ginger, and Lapsang Souchong are the best kinds of teas. If you're tired of tea then you're tired of life. Cut from off a different cloth, a different lot can take their beer.
5/5*****!
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Unextraordinary Gentlemen - 5 Tales From God-Only-Knows single review
Unextraordinary Gentlemen - 5 Tales From God-Only-Knows are 5 songs which use vivid realistic imagery and symbolism. The music is almost similar to gothic emo rock but is more cinematic and atmospheric. This is Victorian Steampunk with a significant dark and dirty sound. The sounds are dark, bleak, and foreboding. Their album is a mixture of Victorian England and American Old West. Unextraordinary Gentlemen are far and beyond their contemporaries. Live drums are used on some of their songs.
Black Iron Road is a dark wretched tale about a big black bridge which spans over hundreds of blocks and below catch the trash that is thrown. The bridge is called Black Iron Road.
There is a big black bridge and it spans over hundreds of blocks. So those below catch the trash that is thrown. There's a plague don't you know going around. A horrible pox. Sick are the shades walking pale and afraid. They sob, "Why, oh when will it stop?" The bridge is called Black Iron Road. The red wind blows it.
According to the Unextraordinary World & Inhabitants catalog on the Unextraordinary Gentlemen band’s website: Black Iron Road is near a rail line, beginning just west of Clarion Cove and running slightly northwestwards through Two-Cradles in the Wetlands, God-Only-Knows in the Crookback Mountains, and onwards across the Tamarisk Plains in the West. Passenger lines are infrequent, with most traffic being salvage and waste materials from Two-Cradles or food and clothing from Clarion Cove.
There is a pitch-black bridge a creaking leviathan over us. Some come below with a bullet in their bones. There's a well in our town where we throw the cold ones down an abyss. Sad are the days waking pale and afraid crying, "Why, oh god! Make it stop!"
Thunder is a train. The sky is predatory. The light of the day never comes down this way. The sun will never burn away the murders of the night. Clamor and fight all you like. The scarlet riders still come down on the breeze. Whatever those smoke and grease machines are hauling is falling into us. We need another fix real soon. There are ghosts, travelers say. Stay away from the place down below.
Mr. Soot’s Little Black Book explains some of the illicit activities that go on with Mister Soot’s Traveling Parade. The unseen proprietor/operator of Mister Soot and His Traveling Parade of Pulchritude and Dark Champion of Professional Entertainers Within and Surrounding the Township of God-Only-Knows, the enigmatic Mister Soot may not exist at all. Who knows.
Supposedly a former chimney sweep who found a hidden store of treasure and used it to finance his traveling show, it is generally accepted by longtime residents of God-Only-Knows that this “fair and vicious” showman, whose little black book (or books) has, improbably, the names of everyone who comes down to God-Only-Knows, their debt, and the suitable punishment for monies owed and/or professional dignities breached was created by a consortium of the town’s business leaders to scare away potential competition and to psychologically brace the “ladies” of the various music halls and brothel houses against undue violence or affections to given them by the often less-than-savory make-up of the usual clientèle.
Using a number of sources for their fictional bogeyman, including the legend of the town’s origins, the town has certainly got themselves a frightening and enduring character in Mister Soot, whose imagined appearance changes with the fashion of the tourist seasons.
In recent months, there has indeed been evidence of a brutal champion using vigilante justice to “put the books right” in light of a handful of unfortunate incidents involving at least two of the performing girls in the Traveling Parade of Pulchritude. Whether this is the real Mister Soot or some kind of ploy by the township to revitalize his admittedly flagging reputation remains to be seen.
Mr. Soot went to go trolling for bit of fun under the bridge where they keep the real ladies!
Her name was Christina. Christina ran away from home to escape a familial curse and a psychotic, incestuous uncle. One day when Mister Soot went to go trolling for bit of fun under the bridge where they keep the real ladies, he discovered Christina there. So Mister Soot recruited her into his Traveling Parade of Pulchritude. She became a character in Mister Soot’s Traveling Parade.
Mister Soot’s Traveling Parade is really quite handsome. There is never a tiresome night when the petticoats twirl at Mister Soot’s Traveling Parade. There is never a dull scene when his girls emerge from the steam in their carnival colors. The calliope song foes rolling for far too far under the bridge where they don’t know for daylight. The trollops go by and string up passersby. No mercy for debtors in Mister Soot’s black book.
It’s almost like magic. It treats for the tricks. Under the bridge where the wonders reside. Come give them a go. But leave when you’re told. No horses for beggars in Mister Soot’s book. But it’s really fantastic. It’s rarely so tragic when a boy or a girl buys a girl. It’s never a washout with nine pairs of tits out from the steam. Here they come in their carnival colors, come on!
Skeleton Goes To Town tells the story of a skeleton aptly named “Skeleton” who goes into town wearing flashy expensive clothing.
Skeleton goes to town with a barker shot and a plea for pennies. While in town, Skeleton does a turn of a screw and daring-do too with a bone yard crawl and a priestly scowl. You know he’s not sugar and tea with a tall blue hat and a blade in his cane. Quiet as a treason. Fust give him a reason. He will cure you from the ills of breathing.
The Skeleton goes to town with a crack, a kick, and a walking stick. Skeleton goes to town with a bone yard crawl and a priestly scowl. He’s a crusher, he’s a choker, and a don with a graven pallor and no saving graces. Now Skeleton is hanging and draining in the public square.
Plenty of years in the muck has driven him. Crooked as a pig tail. Vigil as a flat fixer. He puts the stab in constabulary. He wants to catch you at it. Lock, stock, and throw away the key.
5/5*****!
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Professor Elemental – Father Of Invention album review
Professor Elemental – Father Of Invention is one of those posh British future jazz albums with English themes everywhere. The album is unapologetically British as the album is ridden with references to British culture. Future jazz meets conscious hip hop/rap and electronic on this Professor Elemental album.
Professor Elemental raps about his British heritage, the island of Great Britain, and British culture in his song called “I’m British”. The song is unapologetically British of course. Professor Elemental raps over posh British rap and future jazz. The super jazzy grand piano provides that upbeat future jazz sound. That’s where the jazzy hip hop comes from.
Professor Elemental begins every sentence with an apology. Sorry that's the case. That's just British policy. Probably the case with every thing in honesty. Professor Elemental uses 10 words when 2 would do, honestly. Now Professor Elemental is British and that makes him unique. At least when you hear him speak.
The British Empire was compromised of colonies, protectorates, and other territories administered or ruled by the United Kingdom (UK) from 1583-1951. The British Empire held nearly one fourth (1/4) of Earth’s total land area for nearly 4 centuries. But revolutions and rebellion in this colonies and the Winds of change is what led the British Empire to slowly dissolve.
Johnny foreigner is the personification of people from other countries other than those territories and counties which make up the United Kingdom (UK).
That is what the lyrics, “See we used to have an empire, but we got a little cocky/Like haha, Johnny foreigner, I'd like to see you stop me/And sure enough, we rhubarb crumbled” are references to.
Now all the drunk teens stumble in every town. He is rather glad really it made the United Kingdom more humble. He is British. He doesn't want to be fantastic. Just adequate. And if he is nice, he is probably being sarcastic. The British are ridiculously cynical. That's what they’re like. If you can't take a joke, get on your bike. And they know not to work too hard. They’re inventive, accepting, eccentric, and a bit bizarre. Just because of the way they live.
Professor Elemental is British like a clotted cream tea. Clotted cream tea is a British snack delicacy sold in tea rooms throughout England and in some other parts of the Commonwealth. Especially in Devon and Cornwall because that is where clotted cream tea is popular.
He is British like the wickets in the Cricket sport. Like crikey, blimey, nice one, wicked. Like Wodehouse, Orwell, Wells and Poe. He’s British as Williams, James, Hattie Jacques. School dinners, roast dinners, massive cakes. Or a professor in a pith accompanied by Chimpanzees. He’s British as a chimney sweep. Chim chim cheree!
But if you delight in celebrities taken down. Or you can feel bleak joy in a seaside town as the rain pours down on your chips. Or you can drink ten pints of Adnams beer without ever breaking your stride. Or repress your emotions and passions and bury them deep inside. He’s kept a room in a cramped B&B with a TV that only shows BBC2 And he has the keys right here. He’s been keeping them just for you.
So if you're down with the Brits, then make some noise! But if you'd rather not, that's fine. I mean I don't want to cause too much of a fuss.
Well, at this point Professor Elemental would just like to take a moment to apologise on behalf of Britain for all the things that they’ve brought to the world. For example, Simon Cowell, Jim Davidson, fox hunting, black pudding, and racism. But most of all, they’re all terribly sorry about Piers Morgan.
Everything Stops for Tea is Professor Elemental’s cover of the 1935 song called Everything Stops for Tea. This cover uses modern electronic production over rap and jazz. The song is about tea being the United Kingdom’s favourite drink and England’s favourite drink.
Despite tea rationing during the Second World War, the English were addicted to the drink throughout the following decades. The Ministry of Food used the song in its 1940 exhibition and workers expected 15 minute tea breaks twice a day in all British industries in the 1950s, much to the annoyance of managers aiming to boost productivity.
Hat Full of Sunshine is a jazzy hip hop song backed with bebop jazz from the 20th century. Sadie Jemmett sings the sultry vintage jazz vocals on the song. Professor Elemental has got a hat full of sunshine and a pocket full of happiness. Professor Elemental is a snappy dresser. What is the point of sunshine unless you share it?
Professor Elemental has got a hat full of sunshine and a pocket full of happiness.
A jacket made of rainbows. Professor Elemental is a snappy dresser.
Sunshine sipper listening to busy bees. Why are you so bloody busy? Get from out your honey tree. Unbutton your pantaloons. Hitch up your dungarees. Get ya legs out, lovely face. I bet you got lovely knees.
And now the mysteries of life as well as the keys to all your worries is to keep it simplified.
Don't stuff the place that you reside with too much stuff. All buried under debt have too much love! Too much to love. It’s world of wonder. Don't let them keep you undermined. Everyday, drift for joy, rich and bold, underlined. We the undivided undecided and the undefined demand a sense of wonder and the sense to wonder why. Keep your workdays to a minimum. Bake a life as sweet as cinnamon. What is the point of sunshine unless you share it?
This is a new hat. Would you like to wear it? He had a shirt made of work that was over-starched. Overcrowded head like Noah's ark. Life is a laugh when you've got the joke. Get yourself together. Get on with the show.
The Attic is a posh lush jazzy hip hop story about what lies in the attic. The upright bass and violins make the song very jazzy with that progressive jazz sound.
5/5*****!
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