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The World Is To Dig, 2026
Written by John Linnell and John Flansburgh
This is a song about a lost love, framed with the imagery of the stage magician. He's dragged off by his assistants, mumbling apologies. His heart is broken and he can't (with all his power?) turn back the clock. He feels powerless, drugged. "Sim-sala-bim, everything's so dim / But my saucer eyes don't blink / My pencils are lined up like a firing squad / And there's something in my drink." Sim-sala-bim is a phrase used by magicians, akin to abracadabra, originated or perhaps just popularized by Danish-American illusionist Dante the Magician. It's delivered in a sort of neo-soul croon, crossed with eerie '60s keyboard frills.
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