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Eight

from Ragas by Fyrce Muons

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It’s a fine fine day
It’s another count
A sarcastic play
For another bout
In another land
In another time
For a sick old man
For a decent mound
Jesus, our roots are dying
Save me from tempest lying
Crave love in case we’re dying
Save us from ever fires
A concoction blue
And a poison black
Jesus is our plan
Jesus is our soul
Have you nothing new
Can I not go back
Purgatory calls
From a point below
And the death knell calls
Time I do not know
Did you wonder why
Did you pray today
If you see a ghost
Him to go away
And I saw the rise
Way above your head
Jesus, our roots are dying
Save me from tempest lying
Crave love in case we’re dying
Save us from ever fires

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from Ragas, track released January 1, 2008

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Fyrce Muons San Diego, California

Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.

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