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Van Der Graaf Generator The Quiet Zone The Pleasure Dome

I was walking in the evening, I was looking for something good, clean, fine, pure, straight, but instead I found the bunker wall and gate. It was open

darkroom I am a dealer in space and time... when all memory is mellowed, when the photograph is yellowed, still it never lies. There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure

miss it, but there's something so mismatched, some motive inexplicit...is it the call of the Convent? You only wanted to find someone or something more than pleasure

Laughter in the backbone, laughter impossibly wise, that same laughter that comes every time I flash on that look in your eyes which whispers of a black zone