The street is missing
As we looked through the glass
We’re not expecting
To be surrounded by the mass
Then I feel a dumb punch in my head
The world is melting
And you’re in it
You’re away
You’re away
You’re are far away
Left the plot
Gone away
Create denials
Why this is unreal
I can’t breath
The smoke, the water
Stick in my lung
It tastes like death
I’m weak and tired
The cold won’t help me
You are gone and I still stay
For a few seconds more
Greece. What’s going on there? How can so many good desert tunes come from such a lush land? I’m just starting on IS’s sonic journey at the beginning and I’ll tell you that’s a happy place to be. The saxs on Perfect Sunday has a Jazz feel. I’m struggling to pigeonhole these guys. The usual suspects are here though & I feel comfortable in the knowledge that I’m in good company. These are my people & we’re rocking out to the same tunes regardless of where we are. There’s comfort in that. Harry Harrison