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Klaxons Myths Of The Near Future

Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes And in the pockets ot the tide a meeting place by night Sequin covered swans, that are used

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on. You can forget our future plans. Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,

Krill edible oceans at their feet A troublesome troop out on safari a lullaby holds their drones in sleep For tatteling clearly indiscreet Five fallible

Row! There's only seven more miles to go... Row! There's only seven more miles to go... Row! There's only seven more miles to go... Row! There's only

that half horse as he murders my thoughts with the fragments of flames anyway Halfman, halfhorse as he rides on a flame in the sky Foooour hoooorse meeeen tweeeentyyy Klaxons

There's a half man, half horse that still pollutes my thoughts As he rides on a flame in the sky He comes through the centuries with me on his entries

Row, there's only seven more miles to go Row, there's only seven more miles to go Row, there's only seven more miles to go Row, there's only seven more

Good thieves of burning cars Encircle poisoned rivers, minds and hearts Horses want to dance But find their wings are damaged, water damaged Gold is

Magick without tears Magick without tears Magick without tears The magical veneer The way to mother noose The way to suck an egg The way to golden dawn