LOL, heck no. This is Canada, we hide no more
Eric Burdon ā¦
In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs
And sleeping forms on pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recogniseā¦
Myself in every strangerās eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts on the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On unloading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recogniseā¦
Myself in every strangerās eyes
And now, from where I stand
Upon this hill
I plundered from the pool
I look around
I search the skies
I shade my eyes
So nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recogniseā¦
The hope you kindle in your eyes
Itās oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes, itās obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love
Another classical piece - āBoleroā by Ravel.
I like a good hypnotic strain for this piece of music - The Toad, topped with full-melt indica hash.
Body and mind melted along with.