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Utility/perception filter: Perfect Strangers by Deep Purple - classicdrogn - 11-19-2019 (non-embedded) This is a slightly heavier cover by Jorn Londe, because I like it more and it's the one I was listening to, but the original might actually work better for this since the intent is to make Doug not stand out - to seem like an entirely unremarkable person who just happens to be present. This doesn't help if he's in an area where no one is supposed to just be wandering around, but for losing pursuit on a busy street or keeping people from being able to describe him later while setting up for something in a more public area it's great. Dimmu Borgir did an even more metal version that I also like, but that's even more aggressive sounding - maybe that version acts like an Obliviate targeted to remove knowledge of Doug's identity, instead of a perception filter for anyone who can see or hear him? lyrics: Can you remember remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold, cold spirits of ice All my life I am the echo of your past I am returning the echo of a point in time And distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known And laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect strangers I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow A strand of silver hanging through the sky Touching more than you see The voice of ages in your mind Is aching with the dead of the night Precious life, your tears are lost in falling rain And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect strangers |