Clues into a Sanctuary

Name the music of certain emperors, "The Complete Argo Sessions"

Casual omen, old jazzmen in fancy vests to better test the completeness of this oblivion. And to trust it you'll need a woman's silence. You can buy that in leather, silk, or diamond, hope is a thing with feathers. Hope is final. It will cost you your effects, especially the feedback, to get back to that ghetto I guess you already know

You in trouble/ you in trouble/you in treble though/tremolo/broken terms, no muse no most of you in so much of the undelt Rubaiyat very be careful, or you wouldn't be asking how when you already know, you-in/you-out

At the end of the blackivory railroad there's a phone submerged in its own low ring that keeps lowering; the back-up graphic to suggest the stoics were here and never left. The griots too, hope crying, leveeing the sun toward morning