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The Glory of Innocence
Do you remember how safe you felt as a child?
In the arms of your mother
On the shoulders of your father.
Basking in the glory of innocence.
They were King and Queen
And you knew that nothing could ever go wrong.
Do you remember how beautiful it was?
Watching the afternoon sunlight slip along the wall,
With the cat purring on your lap,
Licking your face with its rough tongue,
Fairytale books spinning their yarns of stories
With the smell of pancakes floating in through the kitchen
And the clinking and clanking of pots and pans announcing lunch.
Feeling hot and sweaty and watching the cars fly by
On the way home from a romp in the park and
Knowing that a hot bathtub filled with soapy bubbles would be waiting
And you knew the whole world was waiting for you.
Oh the pure joy of birthdays with their cream-laden cakes and candles and chocolate everywhere.
Do you remember the smell of the ocean and finding your first seashell, with a tiny crab hidden in its depths?
Being stung by a bee in the grass.
Buying your first comic book
Watching Scooby Do and Aqua man and Daniel Boone
On lazy Saturday mornings
Eating cheese sandwiches and running through the forest in sneakers
With your dog.
Finding blueberries and hearing foxes in the distance.
Do you remember carving your first jack o lantern on Halloween,
Trick or treating as a Ghost and coming home laden with large brown paper bags filled with candy corn, apples, Reese’s and Hersheybars.
Playing in the sandbox when your mother calling not to come home and you going anyway and the staircase dripping with blood and your neighbor being carried out, her red hair torn and disheveled.
Running into poison ivy and having the blisters covered with pink calamine solution and lying at home with your library books
And hearing the fat lady from downstairs screaming and yelling at her children.
Do you remember Lassie, Little Joe and Skippy the Kangaroo and your parents fighting while you were watching TV thinking you wouldn’t hear?
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A big, epic, monstrous beast of an album in which everything that was promised by the previous two records comes to fruition. The final track is an almost ambient palate cleanser. Listeners who have only heard her debut album will be so phenomenally unprepared for what they're about to hear. Ed Martin