Crossing Over

August 24, 2007 5:28 AM

A short poem spoken with keyboard, percussion, and guitar Darkness falls in the middle of the day, We look to the sky and lord we pray, Darkness grows near, And all those who are dear, Floods the lands with tears, Not a moment to soon, For all men are destin for doom, Come cross over, All are welcome

posted by Randy Curtis (3 comments total)

Hey man, this is a really nice piece. I'm a fan of spoken word anyway, but the accompanying music is nailed down tight too.

Very good stuff. Although it's barely noticeable, I love your accent. It makes me homesick for my kin up there in the tri-state area. Thanks for posting this.
posted by snsranch at 5:08 PM on August 24, 2007

Thank you for the wonderful comment my friend.

I am glad that you have taken the time for a listen.
Most people would consider this piece as being to strange
and at the same time fearing it because of the implications that we are to face in the not to distant future.
posted by Randy Curtis at 6:55 PM on August 24, 2007

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