Sweet little voice that repeats what "they" say. Airy, like an open landscape fertile for thoughts that have yet to grow, so allow me to plant everything I know.
And every sign says turn away from this sweet little waist and porcelain face so deathly pale, but beaming with light.. to shine on my pathetic life.
I try to stay abstract and intact, but she pulls me to the flame, and silences the words, and leaves me here again.
On through the crowds of repressed inmates, shaking their fists at the thought of escape. You and I could live like the first day we breathed the light and felt the earth shake.
supported by 5 fans who also own “The Open Landscape”
Long-time fan of Eric's songwriting, guitar-playing, vocals, arranging and producing. Know it well enough to know whatever he writes and records, I will want it! hattiewilcox