SymbioteIII's video: Clutch - The Amazing Kreskin

"The Amazing Kreskin" is the sixth track from Clutch's latest album, "Strange Cousins from the West." I was surprised not to find an upload of this by now, as it's one of the best songs on the album, in my opinion. So, I took liberty upon myself to do the honors. Apparently the real Amazing Kreskin liked the song as well, as he insisted that he meet with the members of the band. http://www.amazingkreskin.com/?p=328 http://www.metalinsider.net/random/clutch-writes-song-titled-the-amazing-kreskin-catches-the-real-amazing-kreskins-attention Do note, though, that I obviously did not create anything in this video. I simply combined the song and the cover art of the new album to create a familiar feel. If you like what you hear, you should check out your local Target, where "Strange Cousins from the West" is selling for $7.99, or another retail seller. http://www.pro-rock.com/ http://www.amazon.com/Strange-Cousins-West-Clutch/dp/B00292SQQ2 - Lyrics - In the raining park, the chessmen play. The faithful atheists, refuse to pray. The steam-works weep, the addicts do not care. Crowd of cold people, stand by and stare. The garbage eaters, their many retainers. Come to collect, all the foul remainders. The smoke hangs heavy, the wrecking ball swings. In the clockwork, of a collapsing thing. Wasted plastic empires golden age, chemical wedding. Citizens in their refineries, cheer the nuptial bedding. The hourglass is turning, turning, turning, turning, turning. On a shore of iron, cutters and clippers. Paper rock, rock paper and scissors. On a road of skulls, their story moves on. Its a bumpy ride, and very, very, very long. Wasted plastic empires golden age, chemical wedding. Citizens in their refineries, cheer the nuptial bedding. The hourglass is turning, turning, turning, turning, turning. In the blue sky, the seagulls, fly over garbage. In the blue sky, the seagulls, fly over garbage. Are we the ocean? Are we the desert? Are we the garbage? Who's to say? Are we the ocean? Are we the desert? Are we the garbage? Who's to say? Wasted plastic empires golden age, chemical wedding. Citizens in their refineries, cheer the nuptial bedding. The hourglass is turning, turning, turning, turning, turning. The hourglass is turning, turning, turning, turning, turning.