Tuesday, 25 May 2010
"Dor fach" or little Dorothy used to sit on wall outside her house after school, she lived accross the road, we were part of a gang of village kids that used to play hide and seek, pretend to be invisible, or throw mud at each other, depending on what we were interested in.
Tuesday, 18 May 2010
Monday, 10 May 2010
Saturday, 1 May 2010
An interpretation of a David Sylvian and Robert Fripp track...
I hear your voice way down inside
A whispering sea of towering trees but no reply
A silence so rare and more than I can stand
Sweeps like a flood through life's flesh and blood
And steals away with its heart