So I throw my windows wide and call to you across the sky.
Echoes by Pink Floyd
Echoes by Pink Floyd
Two from the Queen of Folk - so much talent in one person. Sometimes I wish she’d taken the road of success rather than activism. Still, I think most of what she sought came to be. I certainly hope so. "Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war We’re only saying the time is short and there is work to do And we’re still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats" "Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you’re smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there" |