Episode 43: Barenaked Ladies Pt. 2

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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Music

Fight the Power
Adrift
Easy
Peterborough & The Kawarthas
Beautiful
Pollywog in a Bog
You Run Away
Daydreamin’
Keeping it Real
Bag of Bones
The Letter – The Boxtops

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