Transcendental Circus IV: Swimming in Our Four O'Clock Tea
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Lyrics
Imagination Waves its hand of make-believe Toward a playground where Fairytales unfold: Transcendental legends of Zygotes and grace notes Dancing in their womb, Swimming in the tears of sweet Bedlam's barcarolle. Laughter of children Drowns the screams of the sad clown Until madness seems Only memory -- Even as it lurks beneath The surface of sleep, Haunting birth and death With festivals of questions. Rock? Paper? Scissors? Spot of cryptic tea?
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:51
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 110 BPM