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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

I'm on (a) Mexican Radio

Well, Denver Radio. Working late and mainlining rock over the internet from Denver. Nice station. Not the cumulus radio playlist crap we have way too much of here in NE Ohio. Have heard songs I haven't heard in decades.

No wonder Janiece is such a cool person if this is the atmosphere she's living in.

But still at work.

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