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n 1974, the world was destroyed in a nuclear war
and no one can remember except for me
‘Cause I was up on a hill
as the sky grew white and still
adn I felt completely at peace while i was melting
I imagine you, and you iimagine me
together we’re making love imaginarily
It shoook me straight to the bone
To be instantlly so alone
But one by one the trees all re-appeared
I guess every tree lives on in memory]
and memories never die ,
they just fet better
I imagine you, and you iimagine me

together we’re making love imaginarily
I fall in love with you
you hate me like you do
But Id imagine thats what you’re supposed to do
don’t question what we’re feeling
one doubt could send us reeling
back into the nothingness of 74
In 1975 after a year of wondering if Im alive
I finally realize just what my life is
anything you dream is alive as you and me
and anything you want you already have
the children know its true
they believe in me and you
listen to them laugh their day away
back down to the the desert's killing floor
back in a box looking for something more
I imagine you, stand ing in the nude
out in the forest of a million dreams
i fall in love with you,. then we’re touching too
isn’t that what we're supposed to do
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Lyrics submitted by Abraham.

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"All I know is after hearing a few songs, I suddenly realized there was some secret tunnel that had opened directly between me and the music, like a bridge or a vein, a private passage, and what was coming through was way more than just music. It was like the first time tripping, when the door flew open and blew right off its hinges and will never close again! Not that I would want it to anyway, but you know. It was beyond powerful."


Lyrically inventive storytelling from a modern apartment-dwelling perspective

Abraham Cloud is an urban storyteller with a unique perspective and a gift for melody. Addressing predominantly homeless and shiftless themes, Abe's stories are detailed narratives told from a first hand point of view.

From the Salinas Valley of Northern California, to the streets of Los Angeles - raised on the stories of Steinbeck and the music of John Lennon, Abraham Cloud has a story to tell. In many ways reminiscent of the bar room music of Tom Waits, Abe's music covers the spectrum of musical styles and is difficult to pigeon-hole into a specific category.
Poignant and sincere, Abe conveys both tragedies and common events with his sense of humor firmly intact. An unconscious but effective marriage of unique stories with his own persona, Abe's personality and down-and-out humor are an integral part of every story that he tells.
"When I'm writing my best, desperate suicidal characters come out but they appear in almost surreal comic book form," Abe explains.

Often contemplative, frequently introspective and always insightful, Abe tells a story like no one else. Some feel that the root of his creativity seems to be a very troubled childhood. The result, intensely personal stories with universal appeal. If you're a fan of David Bowie, Loenard Cohen, Johnny Cash, Bright Eyes or Beck you might be quite nicely surprised by Abraham Cloud Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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