Gene Clark – 730 Mode (Guitar)

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Through smoky shadowed blues of evening's fall

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Did you hear the wind's harmonic whine?

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Purple into blackness now we all

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And grey becomes a thought, respect from time

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The Love Man slings his reels of smiles and rhyme

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But somehow he does not see her at all

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For though his mellow, chrome-wheeled carriage glides

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The looking glass has shown her still another

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The choruses of windup children dance

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While Nancy has to pay for her new rainbow

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Fringe disillusions passed her into a trance

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Her days of Pocahontas 'neath the table

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To figure out, to round about me here

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Or thinking to relate her where she stands

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How morning just proceeds without a flaw

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The questions in the drumming depths of oceans

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The ragman never stops to wonder why

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The streets are haunted by his own reflection

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Simple gaze of who and where am I

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Out from his sooty portrait of rejection

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At least complex, a web of steel and glass

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Find thoughts there stumbling into one another

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Theresa says her teacher was fool

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Her Aunt Marie says blame is to her mother

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The Flying Dutchman's lone acoustic drone

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Spans time, it weighs no payment to his measure

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Through galleries of endless stormy seas

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He roams, bearing his brain to be unfilled

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Eight-hundred years before the mast have lost

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He dares not death, lest all his sails be flattened

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Room only for relation to an end

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There is no cause to seed, to care or need

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Congratulations to the thread-strung horn

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He blew until his notes were lent unable

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His soul stripped bare to bleed of its remorse

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Incredible armada undermined

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Tracked not to be confined, to just exist

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In a medium splintered stating of what is

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He left his strings to melt into no song

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The wake of some years past can now be settled