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Compulsion (minor): Self-motivation - P.Floyd cover by teen orchestra - classicdrogn - 10-01-2019 Specifically, this combo version of Time and Breathe (Reprise) from Dark Side of the Moon. The proposed effect is kind of the opposite of the direct meaning of the lyrics, but takes them as a cautionary tale and combined with the performers seems reasonable - and even if Doug already has an established effect for the original, it's also established that covers can have more or less different effects depending on how they pop to his metatalent/subconscious. It could also be a minor rejuvenation or healing effect, removing some of the wear of aging (up to a decade) or just a day's worth of fatigue. It depends on the needs of the story and what you can talk past Doug's GM I suppose non-embedded Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away, across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spell |