As the scenery flies by, I can't help but feel the desire to step outside of this boxcar and wander through the woods. The trees have begun their transformation in preparation for the winter that awaits. The lone house on the hill stands guard against the forest mongrels. This private wonderland is briefly interrupted by the detritus of castaways. Pools of fog collect near the abandoned outpost of a former generation. Neat rows of colour stare at the sun, carefully arranged unblinkingly. The steady pulse of fresh inspiration. A red sun stands vigil to a waking world. The birds have left us, yet we remain peaceably content to sit this one out.
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Give yourself a listen, part twenty-six (self-serve):
The Radio Dept. - It's Personal
Grand National - Cut by the Brakes
Beach Fossils - Adversity
Neon Indian - Polish Girl
Tame Impala - Lucidity
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Sit back and look up
Melt into your cushion
Raise a glass and sink
Sweat through a dream
The coherence of this morning
Reverses the trend
While in motion
You let yourself bend
Lucidity comes back to me
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