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Michael:
There’s a kid who goes by Nash and who’s been drifting round the streets
No memory past a few months ago and really violent dreams
No where to go and barely sleeps, he makes some change by day
Painting street art for pedestrians, he’s magic some might say

Cause at night in the back alleys, he paints things you cant believe
Lands and magic doorways, otherwordly scenes
Otherwise he hangs out in all the hippy clubs and coffee shops
Hiding from Arcadia, measuring days with coffee cups

Nash:
When the good times rage and they’re all so thrilled
And you’re glad you’re here at the bash but still
You’re the stranger who just wandered in
You’re the juice who’s lost inside a sea of gin

You’re the orphan at the ballroom dance
You’re the bum in stolen coat and pants
Cinderella waiting for the chime
Of the midnight bells and she’s lost track of time
And spare a drink for the gate crasher

And you think your mind may be broke you’ve no
memories before a few months ago
Since you woke up in that strange odd place
Did you exist before that very day

You’re the lab rat who ran to the streets outside
and they’re Hunting you, so you run and hide
and you drift into the beatnik scene
and the nights go by in pills and thrills and drink
And spare a drink for the gate crasher

And at night your world’s a blur, a sea
of dancing bodies, pills and drums and freaks
where the past it doesnt mean a thing
and the future you cannot conceive

And in the alley there’s this thing you do
With cans of spray you paint these scenes that move
You paint these windows into places new
They’re so real that folks can step into

But they only last a little time,
and then they freeze and if you’re still inside
Well then you might as well just say goodbye
to this world that you left behind

A few months ago its like you were born
in a strange place called Arcadia Corp
and they studied you like a specimen
until the night some ragtag dissidents broke in

Beatnik kids with slogans came
To help the things like me escape
And so i’m free and lost and i
in the streets cafes and clubs i sit and hide

And they’re all so sure they see the light
to the messianic golden times
And i wish i saw that future too
i just wake up wondering what i'm gonna do
I’m just trying to make it through
The days just come and go its true
And spare a drink for the gate crasher

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from Nash Harding & The Secret Of The Twisted Tower, released September 28, 2020

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Cama’s attempt to commune with higher beings failed; she only found Decadent Dottie. Together they roamed, indulging in dangerous forms of psycho-neural self-exploration which Cama hoped would present the key to her people’s further evolution. It only led to her destroying her people so that one of their pets could evolve. She sat in her former civilization's rubble and listened to Paul Shapera. ... more

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