… for you to find me. There is time yet, for you to find me…
Okay. Maybe we should go one day…
How was it?
Maybe we should put one ‘dance’ here. Come on and have a listen. Everybody’s part seems to work, apart from Mark
Mark, you’re the most important part in this, ‘cause you’re keeping the momentum to the early electric midrange thing. So I keep it really simple for the moment. I just keep that filled, you know, keep it like at pad sort of thing with, you know, dynamics, wells and stuff. Rather than a sort of ambient sort of thing
I do… Should we put down there than?
I couldn’t… do us a favour, would ya? Thanks mate
One, two. Hang on, hang on. Two, three. One two… Hang on a sec… Rolling. A one, two, three, four…
Can you imagine that, an itch too sensitive to scratch. The light that falls through the cracks
An insect too delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmur. Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze. And the sound that comes to carry me. Across the land and over the sea
And I can't look up. Fingers of love move down
And I can't look up. Fingers of love move everywhere
Any colour is time yet. (Keep it up) You define me. (And go from this forward up.)
Colour is its own reward. Colour is its own reward
The chiming of a perfect chord. Let's go jumping overboard. Into waves of joy and clarity. Your hands come out to rescue me. And I'm playing in the shallow water. Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
Okay. Maybe we should go one day…
How was it?
Maybe we should put one ‘dance’ here. Come on and have a listen. Everybody’s part seems to work, apart from Mark
Mark, you’re the most important part in this, ‘cause you’re keeping the momentum to the early electric midrange thing. So I keep it really simple for the moment. I just keep that filled, you know, keep it like at pad sort of thing with, you know, dynamics, wells and stuff. Rather than a sort of ambient sort of thing
I do… Should we put down there than?
I couldn’t… do us a favour, would ya? Thanks mate
One, two. Hang on, hang on. Two, three. One two… Hang on a sec… Rolling. A one, two, three, four…
Can you imagine that, an itch too sensitive to scratch. The light that falls through the cracks
An insect too delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmur. Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze. And the sound that comes to carry me. Across the land and over the sea
And I can't look up. Fingers of love move down
And I can't look up. Fingers of love move everywhere
Any colour is time yet. (Keep it up) You define me. (And go from this forward up.)
Colour is its own reward. Colour is its own reward
The chiming of a perfect chord. Let's go jumping overboard. Into waves of joy and clarity. Your hands come out to rescue me. And I'm playing in the shallow water. Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
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