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A single lightbulb swings from a frayed cord... shadow figures twist and dance around the attic room.... the Shanghai Sisters are at work, weaving their strange tales and magical melodies. It’s storytime... and soon you’ll be carried away on a lurching ocean of dark and joyous tunes... out on the briney, ‘neath the moon big and shiney, melting your heart of stone... The Shanghai Sisters will get you, on a slow boat... all on your own.