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file_downloadperformance:michael ambro: voice
dennis harvey: guitar
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My star, bring me space, and if not, bring me luck
Run shut lung rut more beam aisle Bracewell gray mane foul bane steep con script more goodbye Bracewell
Lose me
We shook and spoke
Wrap me in words
Never leave
Be forever, Bracewellperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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file_downloadperformance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:matthew mccrary: guitar | voice
dennis harvey: bass guitar | drums | noises
composition/production:matthew mccrary: composition | lyrics
dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording
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file_downloadperformance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:... What else is there to say, now that a time-based story has run out of time? I remember the concept of time, but I don't feel it here. I remember having a physical form, but I don't have it here. It's an eternal struggle, almost what it used to feel like to have conflicted thoughts back on Earth, or Middle-Earth, or whatever you want to call the physical plane. It's an eternal vigil, something as natural as thinking, or as unnatural as making yourself not think. That's what the battle feels like, trapped here in this extradimensional bubble of pwn and/or fail. It's never going to end, there's no concept of ending here, unless somehow I can make contact again with the physical plane and leave Sauron here. I don't even know if it's possible. But that's why I'm sending out this message. Whatever hold I have over the chalupa vortex, it still must be some kind of portal back to the reality I knew, and through it, I'm sending this message. I've been sending it forever, and it will continue forever, a version of my story that some sentient being in the physical plane could interpret. ...
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar | drums | voice
michael ambro: guitar | voice
paul ambro: guitar | voice
dennis harvey: keyboards | voice
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:matthew mccrary: guitar | voice
dennis harvey: drums
composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording
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