And you can see where the trees were,
A tiny scrap in the outskirts.
And you can just about recall the birdsong,
Seems so strange that it can’t be right.
And you could see from the hill, oh,
If there were a hill,
The whole damn edifice.
Every circle’s made up of infinite points,
There ain’t no inside out.
And at the centre of the town’s centrifugal tumult,
Driven up like a nail through the calcified mantle,
Shadow counting out the turns of the universe around it,
There ain’t no out.
There ain’t no out.
And we will shiver in our skin
And wait.
There ain’t no out.
A friend of mine put me in touch with this dude a million years ago and he was the friendliest, most helpful guy in the world. And this EP is a jam. Leonardo's Robot
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