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Tusk at Dusk

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The music we grew up with, we hold in our hearts and always will. Yet on occasion there is a melody we used to like -- perhaps from a few wilder moments in our youth when we thought we were immortal -- that doesn't hold the same significance. Has this ever happened to you? We listen after years in absentia, have a brief chuckle at ourselves and shake our heads. I had such an experience while listening to the lyrics in Tusk. The music I still love, but the words are a different "story."



Tusk at Dusk...


Excess...

So not nearly enough.

Mindless sensuality...

So very passé.

Smoke of black and white

Teases the memory

From the other side of paradise.

Hanging up, I smile,

Watching the colors move,

Lucent, texturing...

In humble fruition.


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