Disc 1 / Side A | ||||||
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1. |
| 4:16 | ||||
A bullet of sunlight pierces the clouds; golden heaven touches ground,
I see that childhood toy that hangs above the crib and spins around, Except it is suspended from a golden yellow sky, With paper mache animals and gargoyles hoisted from it, The golden Porsche makes its way up a Great Plains highway, Glaring sunlight from its grill, We never get a glimpse but there is the suspense, Of being hunted by a freak |
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2. |
| 3:02 | ||||
3. |
| 5:27 | ||||
4. |
| 4:35 | ||||
5. |
| 3:05 | ||||
6. |
| 8:25 | ||||
7. |
| 2:49 | ||||
8. |
| 5:17 | ||||
9. |
| 4:55 | ||||