Recorded in Sept 2013 on an internal laptop mic.
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LYRICS:
I wanna meditate on landscapes and find what it takes
to take breaks on soundscapes
to make James Blakes ‘n fight fakes
take the rake from trees that shake
their brown offerings of leaves
as they whisper bye to all the bees
I now hibernate away from Hibernia
light me ya’, burn on ya’, further-er
murder all the murderers
who wanna come n murder ya’
throw ’em further-er
so they can all learn from ya’
jazz hands are tied to the sky
moon takes the tide where oceans lie
not like ministers wearing suits ‘n ties
hiding ties to times of lowest kind’a crimes
NARVISION 