Dr. Alex Paterson

John Waite
over the past few years, to the traditional sound of an english summer, the drone of lawnmowers, the smack of leather on willow, has been added a new noise

Levar Burton
what were the skies like when you were young?

Rickie Lee Jones
they went on forever, th-
when i-
we lived in Arizona, and the skies always had little fluffy clouds in em and, ah,
they were long and clear an
there were lots of stars
at night
and, ah, when it rained it would all turn-
it- they were beautiful
the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact
the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire
and the clouds would catch the colors everywhere
that's -- it's neat
because i used to look at them all the time
when i was little
you don't see that

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layering different sounds on top of each other
layering different sounds on top of each other

Rickie Lee Jones
little fluffy clouds
little fluffy clouds and
little fluffy clouds and
little fluffy clouds and

you don't see that
you might still see them in the desert

the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact
purple and red
purple and red and yellow and on fire

Tree grow to new dimensions
Leaves fall further than before
TV's blare with the sound of confusion
Music keeps playing about illusions

There are so many tomorrows
That I'm never sure
Until, my love
You're mine once more

Tree grow to new dimensions
Leaves fall further than before
TV's blare with the sound of confusion
Until you're mine, once more

Tree grow to new dimensions
Leaves fall further than before
TV's blare with the sound of confusion
Music keeps playing about illusions

There are so many tomorrows
That I'm never sure
Until, my love
You're mine once more

Tree grow to new dimensions
Leaves fall further than before
TV's blare with the sound of confusion
Until you're mine, once more