Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Friday, June 30, 2006
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- BUCCANEER
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- Boiiiing !
- FLOATATION
- sea change
- The Sad Message
- Heave To
- plankdance
- MANCHILD
- fall in a river
- OH MY GOTH, I’M SO DEPECHED
- Take It Easy
- incompletion
- PETS
- on shells
- new clown
- aw c'mon
- She Likes Rides
- SIGUR ROS - SAEGLOPUR
- WIDDERSHINS / FERAL
- what the heart knows today
- pyramid song
- i had a dream
- THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS
- anything / everything
- the show of wisdom
- from the sea close by
- strange
- IDLEWILD
- I AM GOING TO HAPPEN
- self
- CLOSE TO ME
- the devil
- violence
- hoi polloi
- the mirror turn lamp
- you better ...
- MAGIC
- The Dawntreader
- PROVE YOU ARE ALIVE
- Are you the favorite person of anybody?
- HUNTING HIGH AND LOW
- THIS IS THE SEA
- no symbols
- OK?
- guise
- benthic
- JUST ONCE
- a song from the campfire headphase
- AQUACADE (6.6.6)
- THERE IS BEAUTY EVERYWHERE
- BANG!
- HOLY C
- TRIUNE
- umbilical
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- sleep (m’ambient) / MUU - MUU
- DAWN
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- 1000 OCEANS
- EIGHT ARMS TO HOLD YOU !
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