Standard (EADGBE)

Mountainous pictures of coloured scenes appear upon my face

 And the joss stick smoke of sense dissolves, forever in its place

 The shadowy friends that line the walls all dream while laying down

 While the window tapping silhouette in rain begins to drown

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In the room of percussion

 The discussion slides as you enter through the door

And the one armed bandit

Laughs aloud and disappears once more

Foolish thoughts of ecstasy are dead but without too much concern

 In the hearth, my hopes by millions lay twisted as they burn

 The crooked faces of clocks appear and die in nightmare dreams

 While juggling music surrounds us both and turns our thoughts to screams

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In the room of percussion

 The discussion slides as you enter through the door

And the one armed bandit

Laughs aloud and disappears once more

 My God, the spiders are everywhere!

 With ruby wine and our tangled nerves, our mouths flap in despair

 And with tumbled words of poetry, we try and prove we care

 But the glow-worm light of creativeness moves out into the rain

 And the joss stick dies and disappears, its scent alone remains

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