...th' wordy poetry gives this disk 'n othertime feel, a folky feel from 'n absinthe soaked, opium smokin crushed velvet wearin poet, one nestled way up on high in 'n lofty dusty garrett surrounded by quill pens 'n stax o' parchment ready to catch 'n keep th' wordage...all this mixed with a decadent cabaret vibe that only invited guest 're allowed to xperience...it seems to xist only for th' initiated,cats who have heard th' call to dig a higher vibe...