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❝ Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn/ It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern/ We'll be gone before the dawn returns/ Like voices on the wind.
❝ “My first four albums were an apprenticeship, this is my thesis”: it's Al Stewart himself who says it;
❝ You know I feel like a catamaran in summer, the beat of a reggae drummer, the flag of a brigantine
❝ Socrates drank the hemlock, perhaps he didn't mind the taste, perhaps it was a noble gesture, perhaps it was just a waste, by the blue Aegean like an ancient tune, dreams of Mycenaean heroes, under a wine-stained moon
❝ Some call on Jeowah, some cry out for Allah, some wait for the boats that will row to Valhalla, well, you should try to accept what the fates are unfolding, while some say they're sure where the blame should be falling, you look round for maybe a chance of forestalling, but too soon it's over and done, and the man for all seasons is lost, behind the sun
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