release

Chant Voice
crescendo cymbol
floss's low piano
floss's med piano
Dance Bassdrum
strings
Acoustic Bass
Hammond XB3 (solo)
bass drum
snare drum
tamby
hatty
crash
rezzy looped bass
funky drums

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(c)1995 w00p music.

My life had stood -
a loaded gun
In corners - till a day
The owner passed -
identified
and carried me away

And now we roam in
sovereign woods -
And now we hunt the doe -
And every time i speak for
him -
The mountains straight
reply -

And do I smile, such corial
light
Upon the valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure
through

And when at night - Our
good day done -
I guard my master's head -
'Tis better than the Eider-
Duck's
Deep pillow - to have
shared -

To foe of his - I'm deadly
foe -
None stir the second time -
On whom I lay a yellow eye-
Or an emphatic thumb -

Though I than he - may
longer live
He longer must - than I -
For I have but the power to
kill
Without - the power to die-

-Emily Dickinson