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6:00 a.m.
"A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It is changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline again, but in texture and mood, in tone and meaning, warped by a thousand factors of season, of heat or cold, of still or multi winds, torqued by odors, tastes, and the fabrics of ice or grass, of bud or leaf or black-drawn naked limbs. And as a day changes so do it's subjects, bugs and birds, cats, dogs, butterflies and people." John Steinbeck/ The Winter of Our Discontent.
The City awakes .....
Voices: Roxylee, Saymme, Feter, Age Isbell, Smokey VW, Len Gold, Dajama and APB
Solo: Davisamerica
Narrator: Dick Langford
Orchestration: Paul F. Page
"A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It is changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline again, but in texture and mood, in tone and meaning, warped by a thousand factors of season, of heat or cold, of still or multi winds, torqued by odors, tastes, and the fabrics of ice or grass, of bud or leaf or black-drawn naked limbs. And as a day changes so do it's subjects, bugs and birds, cats, dogs, butterflies and people." John Steinbeck/ The Winter of Our Discontent.
The City awakes .....
Voices: Roxylee, Saymme, Feter, Age Isbell, Smokey VW, Len Gold, Dajama and APB
Solo: Davisamerica
Narrator: Dick Langford
Orchestration: Paul F. Page
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Sunrise
[ Davisamerica]
Rising sun ..........
Daybreak comes and wakes my heart again
She's singing in the rising sun
I can breathe and see it might work out
And I think that I might be the lucky one
And all the while it's spinning
Round and round
A circle with no ending
Hear the sound of a sunbeam caught exhaling
It's not the ending or beginning or in between
It's the worst that you can make it
How well you fake it
Till it comes again
[ Davisamerica]
Rising sun ..........
Daybreak comes and wakes my heart again
She's singing in the rising sun
I can breathe and see it might work out
And I think that I might be the lucky one
And all the while it's spinning
Round and round
A circle with no ending
Hear the sound of a sunbeam caught exhaling
It's not the ending or beginning or in between
It's the worst that you can make it
How well you fake it
Till it comes again
MarkHolbrook
still sends shivers up and down my spine. So true... so true.