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Six

from Ragas by Fyrce Muons

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The world has another opinion to claim today
A bastard was born on a grassy hill far away
I’m taking a ride on a wall of a plane in air
It covers the straw as it pierces my back in there
If you see a another rat I can annul all day
I find myself hanging from cliffs in a golden lieu
To a lullaby
The catamaran is the staple on water here
The phantom approaches a man with a prickly beard
Confusions are resting from wounds that are hard to see
If difficult issues combine to make evil breed
My sources now tell me a ghost of a man appears
The last thing I needed was facing too many fears
Of my youth now
A Jew in a prison camp shines it with stumpy hands
The last of a breed takes a soda without a can
Impervious monsters have flown down to me today
They say that a tempest is blowing into my way
Incredible danger is knocking my doorway down
Catastrophe mangles my soul and then knocks me down
Again

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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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