Monday, June 08, 2009
Under The Sun
Laying the guitar tracks on the home bound recording stereo
We, he and I getting the songs ready like a shower before the storm
While he hones those production skills
He's grows so fast and I'm amazed everyday
at how far I've come, we've come.
Fornication Under Consent of the King is where it will all culminate
Here, soon, Under The Sun...
Sometimes it feels like the world is waiting, but really time is not of the essence
Things will happen as they will
Laying the guitar tracks, And I will take a lot of naps.
It doesn't feel all that bad to have one thing on your mind
single track hat, tunnel vision cat
it is what is needed to see, to have vision focus and ease
more naps staying healthy and relaxed
that, my dear friends, is where I am at
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