Unrecorded in the lesser Arcana
after twenty years of eating manna
and wandering in a crazy style
I got an urge to settle down a while
The spirit hovers over the water
Reveals the pattern with a vector plotter
no surprises to get wild about
it’s all circles and they all move out
In the lens the all-seeing eye
ups the magnification high
enough to see on the head of a pin
what seems to be an angel counting him
It’s a mad religion true
obsessed with fives and the color blue
The Greater Arcana records not a word
and this is all just things I heard
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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