opel god OPEL On a distant shore, miles from land stands the ebony totem in ebony sand a dream in a mist of gray... on a far distant shore... The pebble that stood alone and driftwood lies half buried warm shallow waters sweep shells so the cockles shine... A bare winding carcass, stark shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way... dry tears... crisp flax squeaks tall reeds make a circle of gray in a summer way, around man stood on ground... I'm trying I'm trying to find you! To find you I'm living, I'm giving, To find you, To find you, I'm living, I'm living, I'm trying, I'm giving -syd barrett 001205 ... gigolo aunt . 010102 ... god here's some flies 010105 ... god yes, my opel died as well. i won't even talk about the vega. 010105 ... the repeater Goodnight, my love, it's time To start the treasure hunt in my mind For dreams, dreams about you Those diamond glimpses cherished, but few Although, through the back of my mind I search all night, I still could not find Those dreams, dreams about you It seems they're lost, what can I do?- dafremen 010224 ... velvet spasm scream_thy_last_scream 010418 ... conrad brisbane variations_on_a_theme_by_someone 010430 ... god always with the rabbits. 030620 what's it to you? who go blather from