In this song I had the honour of having Singer/flautist Wig Nelson on board. We both worked on the lyrics, and he eventually sang them and provided me with flutes as well
lyrics
A joyous Sunday - late July
And wandering in the woods was I
The grandest movement in little things,
Were tethered by the largest strings
Thoughts were poison in my mind
Until at once I seemed to find
They lost their grip and slipped their bind
Appeared a less important kind
And once again my spirit rose
And bade me try my hand at prose
Once again my spirit rose
And bade me try my hand at prose
And after silence seemed to clear
A notion coming all too near
We children are all of the sun
And so I'll be forever one
After silence seemed to clear
A notion coming all too near
We children are all of the sun
And so I'll be forever
One.
These background jingles, actually developed for commercial use, treat the soullessness of capitalism with true inventiveness. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 14, 2017