"Black Sky" genre: Groove
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	Title song of "The Black Sky Suite" that depicts Paige's triumphant encounters with a storm at sea.
	CD: N/A   Label: Mr. Poppy Freshichili... Credits: Bader, Philpott
	Story Behind the Song Its a suite, so think figuratively. Lyrics Paige, where are you going? What are you seeing? It’s only me. Paige, I have a dilemma, A strong intuition, You need a cup o’ mead. Sailor, I haven’t the time, To tighten my mind, Hell is going to fall. Sailor, under the deck now, It’s a dangerous time around, And there’s no mead. Ain’t doing no fishing here, When the boats about to break. Middle of the globe, my only notion, Is to leave this ocean. I’ve tried to steer this group far from the storm, Instead we’ve come to face the fall. Paige, why are you working? What are you thinking? Lets drink to health. Now sailor, open your eyes, You better hold on. Ain’t doing no fishing here, When the boats about to break. Middle of the globe, my only notion, Is to leave this ocean. I’ve tried to steer this group far from the storm, Instead we’ve come to face the fall. It’s looking like a black sky. I set sail; the winds going to flow my way. Into a black sky, I fight the world but I’m not on the top of it yet. It looks like a black sky. Over my head, the saints, over my head. It’s feeling like a black sky. Paige, how did you do it? Why did you do it? We’re indebted to you. Paige, oh we knew you’d come through, Dude!

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