THESE EYES by THE GUESS WHO. Story by Bill Arnott.
Although mine was a record and dad’s was a tape, there was no mistaking a shift in the axis that staked our two worlds.
Although mine was a record and dad’s was a tape, there was no mistaking a shift in the axis that staked our two worlds.
Was it the siren song of an Ice Queen aboard their vessel that caused the sailors to turn off the echo sounder’s low water depth alarm?
Together we embraced the galaxial view, climbed higher and higher. Reaffirmed choices, what got us there, advances and setbacks, every moment a soundtrack
Sailing hard for ten hours, we ploughed our way into a lee at the mouth of a river, a sailors’ safe haven for centuries.
Four strings and one player. Making things better. Alchemy. Magic, and timeless. The wonder of cello.