Ian Anderson
Different Germany
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The lights are down in Germany and Germany is closed to me different somehow this time. The airport's still, cold corridors ring empty beats through hollow feet that I find to be mine. Different Germany. History repeats somehow. Different Germany. Afraid to know you now. And past my eyes with leathered gaze stare clean-cut boys all dressed as men in sharpened uniform. Who turned the clock? and what dark chill is gathering still before the storm. Out in the street a tableau double-glazed with laughing girls whose fastened smiles are clearly not meant for me. Your request matches 1 albums and 10 songs.
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