From this place I cannot see
Heart is dark
Beneath rising seas
From this place, I don’t believe
All my hopes
My sweet relief
From here, I say I cannot breathe
Fear and hurt
Again we bleed
Unsafe, unsound, unclear to me
Don’t know how to be
From this place, I must proceed
Trust in love
Truth be my lead
From here I will stand with thee
Until hearts are truly free
The Orb - Little Fluffy Clouds [Ft.] Rickie Lee Jones
Over the past few years
To the traditional sounds of the English summer
What were the skies like when you were young?
They went on forever and they, when I, we lived in Arizona
And the skies always had little fluffy clouds
And they moved down, they were long and clear
And there were lots of stars at night
And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful
The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact
The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire
And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere
That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little
You don't see that
Layering different sounds on top of each other
Layering different sounds on top of each other
Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and
Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and
What were the skies like when you were young?
They went on forever and they, when I, we lived in Arizona
And the skies always had little fluffy clouds
And they moved down, they were long and clear
And there were lots of stars at night
And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful
The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact
The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire
And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere
That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little
You don't see that
Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and
Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and
When I, we lived in Arizona
And the skies always had little fluffy clouds
And they moved down, they were long and clear
And there were lots of stars at night
And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful
The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact
The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire
And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere
That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little
You don't see that, you might still see them in the desert
The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact
Purple and red, purple and red and yellow on fire
And red and yellow on fire
The clouds would catch the colors
Thanks @solarmind you post Jethro Tull anytime and I'd be happy.
Rory Gallagher from my schooldays. He loved the blues and died too young. Best guitar player! I forget his bass player's name but he was bad too! And best to appreciate these rockers live so a few performances:
This one's an American cowboy song written by Lead Belly
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