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The lyrics describe what came out of my head when waking
up after a vividly beautiful dream. I've always been fascinated
with this period of time; its odd mammalians, the idea of
the human race not dominating the world around it, the purity
of landscapes untouched by cities and roads, air so sharp
it might burn the lungs, (but in a pleasantly euphoric way),
and filled with strange, unfathomable sounds. In a funny sort
of way, this could be an account of dying and going up to
heaven, (the odd mammalians being angels I suppose).
As a songwriter, I believe it's often a difficult thing to
perfectly capture the essence of lyrics musically, but the
band and Dan Lanois couldn't have done any better on this
one.
Mark Gane
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