On azimuth glares
Bodies brewed
In frigid winter air
Where family's sons
Are robbed beneath their feet
And hearts conceit
(Above her?)The angel sings »
What It Means to Be Alone Act III: Life and Death
by The Dear Hunter
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days since the east has returned to the dance floor.
Yes, I sense a loss of azimuth here, a falling off the edge of the world as we know it, »
Maps of the World Last Day on Earth
by John Cale/Bob Neuwirth
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my azimuth compass I'd go by the hectograph
Up to the whaling fleet in Gilbert sound
Then back in the hull when we come around
With 100 seats and 2 »
Quay Cur Blueberry Boat
by The Fiery Furnaces
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