The Tangent
four last days
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And the water turns to wine
And the wine turns into pills
And the pills turn into games
But the games are just cheap thrills
Beware of the promises of songs
When you know the road ahead can be so long,
And all my anger cannot move
Or even seek to disprove,
The need I have inside me,
For the love I lost, which can never be removed
- Album:
- Non-Album Releases
- A Spark in the Aether
- Le Sacre Du Travail
- Down And Out In Paris And London
- Not As Good As The Book
- A Spark in the Aether: The Music that Died Alone - Part 2
- Down and Out In Paris and London - EP
- The Music That Died Alone
- The World That We Drive Through
- A Place in the Queue
- Pyramids and Stars
- Going Off on One
- A Place on the Shelf
- The Art of Sysyphus, Volume 28
- Going Off on Two
- Music in Progress
- Prog Rocks!
- Music in Progress, Volume 2
- COMM
- Going Off On One (Live)