the words to this song kind of became another take on bobby caldwell's "catwalk" although i do not recall whether i'd actually heard that song before i wrote this
lyrics
run stand still in this circle stray across the line your back to the sun sweet fever dream one straight shot only almost twisted twist no way to stop them small wonder i'm not almost caught looking at small wonder i'm not almost caught looking at almost caught looking at repeat warning in reverse to the last cell repeat warning in reverse to the last cell repeat warning in reverse to the last cell to the last cell
supported by 5 fans who also own “threes (four track demo)”
this is a living beast of a record, you can hear it heaving in feedback breaths in settlement and panting them out in old smoke, a feverish continuum of a record, each song an iteration of the last, I listen and I can't remember which song did what, cos they were all hauling for some golden horizon. eldudowski
supported by 4 fans who also own “threes (four track demo)”
A most beautiful record with a groove that will make you want turn off the lights, burn a candle, drink a bottle of wine and enjoy the inspiring moment... past and present jofw