pictures of a city

• in the wake of poseidon'un acilisindaki peace'ten sonra sille gibi inip insanin neye ugradigini sasirdigi sarki (iyi anlamda). albumun oldukca iyi parcalarindan biridir (daha iyisi cat food olabilir anca). ortasinda sessiz sedasiz geliveren bir "42nd at treadmill" bolumu mevcuttur. ilk albumu dinleyenler icin 21st century schizoid man'i fazlasiyla animsatabilse de yer yer kendine has bir guzelligi mevcuttur, insan dinle dinle sikilmaz, sikilamaz. sozleri ise ilisikteki gibidir:
  
  concrete cold face cased in steel
  stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel
  bright light scream beam brake and squeal
  red white green white neon wheel.
  
  dream flesh love chase perfumed skin
  greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin
  spice ice dance chance sickly grin
  pasteboard time slot sweat and spin.
  
  blind stick blind drunk cannot see
  mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak
  concrete dream flesh broken shell
  lost soul lost trace lost in hell.