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Tusk at Dusk


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...


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.