fredag den 30. april 2010

Sometimes it may seem melancholy on the surface





A musical homage to my childhood under the Savannah sun. To the shapes, shadows, scents and vivid colours that inspired me then as they do now. To the distant treeline on the horizon, lit by embers of the rising sun, to the crystalline sparkles of the morning dew on the green grass, to the feisty midday heat, the tranqulity of the twilight. To the diurnal cacophony of calimitious birds singing with their beaks pointed to the heavens and to the nocturnal symphonies of crickets that carried me to my dreams and beyond aboard chariots of fire.

Give it a listen below: