Listened to this album in the late evening, alone in a house with no lights on except the lit porch lights shining through the back door, with a sleeping beagle by my side, teary eyed and all. Truly the best way to experience a masterpiece such as this.
"When I sit on the seashore and listen to the waves beating on the sand, I feel free from any obligation, and I think that all the people of the world can change their constitutions without me."
Henry David Thoreau
This album feels like sitting by a bonfire under a clear, starry night in the middle of a forest.
Favorite Tracks: Wolves, The Waves at Night, My Dove, My Lamb
| 1 | A Picture of Our Torn Up Praise 3:17 | 89 |
| 2 | Be Dark Night 4:00 | 89 |
| 3 | Wolves 6:15 | 97 |
| 4 | At Death, A Proclamation 1:53 | 93 |
| 5 | The Waves at Night 4:18 | 91 |
| 6 | My Dove, My Lamb 9:26 | 92 |
| 7 | Cocaine Lights 6:02 | 88 |
| 8 | Pride 6:10 | 87 |