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Beats made on MS-DOS, added autoharp and Minikorg Univox.
Soft sunlight is something that we like, but the dark dirt below is somewhere we will go. The moon's false light is a deep and distant bright, sure the sky is shy because it holds its rain inside.
Night removed her robe and showed her blue sky skin: eyes of yellow flame and hair of clean white cotton. We all spoke in smoke until we choked upon our jokes. Her blue sky skin became cold so she put on her cloak.
She's got a pair of headphones & everyone thinks she's listening. She turns the volume up so nobody wakes her up. She's got a pair of ears in which I pour my tears, I hope my eyes will find the flowers in her mind.
She's got an apron decorated flowers (seeds sewn with thread). Curtains surround the shower where your skin is shed. You're counting down the hours til finally you're dead but did you ever stop to consider you live forever in your head?
Coffin and cradle are equally strong. Birth and death are short, just the in between is long. Your skin is soft but your soul is tough. Death never comes soon enough.
Night removes her robe and shows her blue sky skin. Eyes of yellow flame and hair of clean white cotton.
She's got a pair of ears wherein I pour my tears,
I hope my eyes will find the flowers in her mind.
from Soft Sunlight,
released October 15, 2010
Chris Bullock (everything)