This starts out a bit mysterioso but ends up a good ol' rock ballad
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I've been having this wierd experience of smells persisting long after I've left the place associated with them. So I tried to think about what it could mean. THIS is the result.........
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Is it biscuits, vinegar, baked,
That smell when I breathe in?
Follow through to the upstairs room
The brown frame hurts my chin
And the vested tailor sighs
As his shears hiss and scrape
The experience of the dead
Of the smell that has a shape
Takes me back to what I always knew existed
And I know there's no-one here but me and you
But is it you here with me, or are those the eyes of some other
Full of sadness, truth, despair, solitude?
In this city made of sepia,
Made of questions, doors and paste
What I smell is all the future,
All the past in that stuffy space
Then I have a scent of ghosthood
Drifting like a dream released
Those expressions on their faces
The starvation of the feast
Takes me back etc