Ain’t always got the time to dream and slip into the summer meadows yesterday, dappled sunlight in the trees, through the meadow and into the tress, drowsy with summers’ torpor dropping like honey-flies from the leaves of the trees, glinting in the glade so cool. Time to slip and slide to where stupas melt in time and fjords reflect the pure sky… through the meadow and into the trees…. through the wildflower meadow, buzzing with insects of summer grass. Into the trees, into the trees.....
Scritti Politti – Doubt Beat
The Lyres – We Sell Soul
The Versatiles – Someone To Love
Junior Byles – If You Don’t Know Me By Now
ΜΑΡΟΚΟ, 1940, ΜΑΡΚΟΣ ΒΑΜΒΑΚΑΡΗΣ, ΑΠΟΣΤΟΛΟΣ ΧΑΤΖΗΧΡΗΣΤΟΣ
Morocco – Markos Vamvakaris, Apostolos Katsichristos - 1940
ΕΛΕΝΗ ΜΙΚΡΟΠΑΝΤΡΕΜΕΝΗ, 1936, ΧΑΡΑΛΑΜΠΟΣ ΠΑΝΑΓΗΣ
Slip into the dream of consciousness.....