Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Lights (Gryllidaen Rights) - June 30th: Song 13

Crap pile of tracks. I was imagining I was in one of those open air military helicopters - think Platoon. We were flying low over tropical forests in Central America, running drugs for the good guys. I was having en existential moment in all the noise, staring at the sunset, imagining the villages belew. For those of you who know me, seriously that was what was going through my head. Half a bottle of wine.

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