Song Sketch by E. Gleason/M. Mattice
Lyrics:
I speak of puppets with strings
I speak of birds with broken wings
I speak of harvested lands
And I speak of a fighter's broken hands
I speak of bets that were lost
I speak…
Very smooth....love it :)
Got it loud in the headset - love the lyrics and the subdued…
strange floating feeling ... interesting!
great thoughtful music!