working on the beats as the moon hangs over the sky...sly and robbie...the idea of the one...magical feel of autumn in the air...so it goes..

the rain falls down

the rain falls down over autumn day...Jorma singing Mr. Charlie...orange leaf peaks its eyes out over hinting winter...sitting here in the cocoon of house wrapped around ice water and indian cigarette...I hear the voodoo all night long, Mr. Charlie tells me....so it goes...the world evolving around the sun...another day gone into the forgotten dream...time to write yourself into the movie...