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Flame

Post Industrial Candle Stick

I open the book on the seven ages of man. Which age? Should I pick one at random? Is it Ice, stone, a metal or space? I rather fancy copper or iron. I won't pick space. I don't think I'll like how it ends.

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 - Unknown

Age of Man - Post Industrial Candle Stick
Shadows Of Ourselves - Post Modern Candle Stick pair

Post Modern Candlestick Pair

Lost in a world totally strange
What is the reason for all these lies
We don't have the right to withdraw anymore
I do not have time to panic
To save us from ourselves

 

             - Rob Garza & Eric Hilton

Machine Age Candlestick Pair

Turn to nasty now
The dark cell
The pit of my soul
The last one out of the box
The one who broke this spell

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                      - Radiohead

Little By Little - Machine Age Candle Stick Pair
TC015 The White Arcades
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Postmodern Candlestick Pair

with Snuffer

How long have I been here? Days, Months, years? For I am among you, forever unseen, passed over, and forgotten. I am here. Has it always been so? Will it ever be? A million nights under the stars, alone among these endless waves. these Arcades of light. I know of no beginning. Is there a end? I'll sleep again if I was ever truly awake. Maybe next time.

                        - Lorden Baroman

Machine Age Candle Stick

Abandoned, lost or just ignored. Visions from a future never fully realized. Just another utopia gathering dust, home to the indifferent.

                                             

Wreckage From Time - Machine Age Candle Stick
TC012 Relics From the Near Future #1
Relics From the Near Future #1 - Post Modern Candle Stick Pair

Post Modern Candlestick Pair

John Francis Dooley
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
And embrace the light
You have slept now
For a thousand years
Beneath starless nights

                          - Lisa Gerrard & Brendan Perry

TC005 The Ruins of Them

Post Industrial Pillar Candleholder

Worn from the age. Still I hold you up, Suspended in light. Must it return to where it came? Not all things are ready to be done, back to dust. We are not the master of all. Even if it is our time.

                                -Unknown

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