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Skyclad Folkemon
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Wayward Sons Of Mother Earth (1991) 2248
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Irrational Anthems (1996) 4498
Oui Avant-Garde a Chance (1996) 2546
The Answer Machine? (1997) 1276
Vintage Whine (1999) 2869
Folkemon (2000) 1169
A Semblance Of Normality (2004) 1078
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The Great Brain Robbery 93
Think Back And Lie Of England 92
Polkageist! 101
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The Antibody Politic 106
When God Logs Off 88
You Lost My Memory 113
Deja-Vu Ain't What It Used To Be 86
Any Old Irony? 92
Swords Of A Thousand Men 93
When God Logs Off

Insomnia taunts me, I turned on my t.v.;
Rapt in the arms of a galaxy spiral.
Heard a sea-shell hid it's secret as well.
This nexus is key to our planets survival.

One precious moment it all became clear;
Brain-cloud-haze lifted by euphoric fear.
To the unknown my mind's eye directed;
Beheld every mote in creation connected.

No more Hereafter, eugenics our master;
Sectarist lecture mere witless hubris.
Humanity's blunder was ceasing to wonder;
Why are we here; what's the meaning of this?

Virtual church without actual sages;
Souls under scrutiny, rats in glass cages.
Enigmas deciphered are no longer needed;
Lost words of warning unheard or unheeded.

(Chorus:)
We're all hooked-up to the vast karmic internet;
Each of our souls on the end of its fibre.
One sacred fact that we can't download yet;
The truth is we share the same service-provider.

One precious moment it all became clear;
Brain-cloud-haze lifted by euphoric fear.
To the unknown my mind's eye directed;
Beheld every mote in creation connected.

(Chorus:)
We're all hooked-up to the vast karmic internet;
Each of our souls on the end of its fibre.
One sacred fact that we can't download yet;
The truth is we share the same service-provider.

The atheist plays whilst the orthodox pray.
Fundamentalists freak-out as humanists scoff.
A headlong collision 'twixt science and religion;
There'll be Hell to pay
when one day God logs-off.

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