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2004-01-15 - headspinner brutish obelisks are they polishing their come-what-may what's the matter anyway? onward into battle . hooves and boots, a dusty scene, a massive hypnotized machine marching down in this ravine like herds of driven cattle . can you break the tractor beam? are things always the way they seem? or are we caught up in a dream? who's really in the saddle? . the time is now so bust a move be your own glacier, cut your groove don't give into what lusts behove make paradigm swords rattle . take on the good ol' boy network escape the trappings of the jerk come clean, home free, no finer perk than overcoming prattle . you'll be oh so glad you did come on foo' who you try to kid? you know your talent can't be hid now kick ass don't you addle � � |