It was natural, everyone knew, and it's coming was fortold too. Stand back they said to each other, everyone give it room. When it lands we'll nourish it. Ancient stories told of the flaming sky and devouring earth, the stanzas sang mockingly, "When it comes in the air, you'll prepare. With Buckles bucked down prepare to rest. Hot tea and yellow spices, mashed flowers and bubbled vices. Give it rest after it's long travel, and then fete it with pickled marrow. One, and two, and 12 more hide it just enough to grow it's spore." The travelers were here! . <<Full Bitrate download option - https://bit.ly/38R8W21 - This was recorded live at the gate for a festival during the afternoon>>
