Triptych - TTNG



     
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Triptych Lyrics


(ferry)
Here the soil is barren
Here - nothing grows
But crosses
They - know not what they do
You - your forgiveness
Falls as dew
Nailed upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open mounted a silent choir
Understood, unspoken
Never was there heard a sound
Until the heavens opened
Now the tide is turning
To other-wordly yearning
Through the sun´s eclipse seems final
Surely he will rise again

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TTNG, previously known as The Tanzanian National Gallery, are a small collection of human beings often seen upsetting the patrons of German discothèques, with what can only be described as dancing. They consider themselves friends but are often referred to as a cult and sometimes even a 'band'. As part of their cult like tendencies, they ritualistically write musical compositions in order to please their spiritual leader Dr Kenneth Bobo.

Read more about TTNG on Last.fm.


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