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...th' wordy poetry gives this disk an othertime feel, a folky feel from an absinthe soaked, opium smokin' crushed velvet wearin' poet, one nestled way up on high in a lofty dusty garrett surrounded by quill pens'n stacks o' parchment ready to catch 'n keep th'wordage...all this mixed with a decadent cabaret vibe that only invited guest're allowed to experience...it seems to exist only for th' initiated,cats who have heard th'call to dig a higher vibe...
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