It was morning

And down the streets

In endless numbered rows


The time worn shops of spectral merchants stood open.

Inviting you to buy their wares


Come and buy

Here where the lost souls shop

In search of that special something

That can bring the magic back to their lost lives.


The morning doors are open.....


The spectral shops call.....


Come and buy your life away.....


Spend your life today.....


G.S., '86


GS: bowed device, vocal, treated voice, treated whistling



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