So I'm taking a Sound Arts class at school - and since I'm the only person who signed up for it, it's become just me and my instructor mucking about on Garageband. This is my third creation, and first song; I provide the words and vocals, and Apple provided the music. [more inside]
A song about the lovely location called Anglesey.
It is told that Buddha, going out to look on life, was greatly daunted by death. "They all eat one another!" he cried, and called it evil. This process I examined, changed the verb, said, "They all feed one another," and called it good.
Oozing, wistful, nostalgic - a forgotten memory impossible to let go, impossible to hold