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0. Lyrics to song
Chet Atkins Gretsch with Vox delay.
Chet Atkins Gretsch with Slash bass fuzz.
Ibanez 1982 MC150FR with DiMarzio pick-ups + Vox wah-wah + Okko Diablo overdrive.
1937 Conn 10M with Macsax FJ IV mouthpiece
Meinl cabasa, Meinl shaker, LP shaker/guiro, JTC looper+drums.
1): 
I want more,
ever more.
You want more,
ever more.
They want more,
and more and more.
It's all up for grabs,
it's mighty sad.
No room for fair play,
when making hay.
Take what you can get,
forget the rest,
Ref. 1): 
The presence of the god,
perfumes the air.
The priests give us the nod,
and we bow down,
to Pleon Exia.
Grovelling on our knees,
to Pleon Exia.
2): 
Glittering gold,
has taken hold,
Twisted our soul,
and left its mould.
Plutocracy putrifies,
any democracy.
How to break the spell,
no one can tell.
There seems to be,
no remedy.
To dissolve the fateful,
ambiguity.
Ref. 2): 
The sickly fragrance of the god,
fills the air.
The priests give us a prod,
but we stand up,
to Pleon Exia,
finally up from our knees,
to Pleon Exia.
No more supplicating,
to Pleon Exia,
No more grovelling,
to Pleon Exia.
&c.
1. MP3 audio file
Pleon Exia 
MP3 audio file
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