"In Cornfields"  Parental Advisory genre: Acid Jazz
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	"...whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.", Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. - - This mellow trip-hop song is a pipe. Click the "i" for more info.
	Credits: Written by Scott Holyk, Satveer Gill, and Andre Chor
	Story Behind the Song Equipment Used: Apple PMG4/350, Pro Tools, Pearl kit, Korg Z1, Korg Kaoss, Roland HP-1800 digital piano, various guitars, Andre's voice. FREE PEOPLE BREATHE FREELY It was Dawn on The Dusty Road, when He came. Dawn came from Eternity, and with Eternity, Peace. Peace brought The Man in The Car. The Man was not God, nor knew God. Opposing this was His knowledge about God, which He was unwilling to share, unable to share, or He was unaware of Apportion. The Man sat in The Car and told of Time, "It's just The Dawn, but The Sun will rise higher." I asked Him of The Road. "Dark Cloud looms, Rain may come." He told me. I need a change of pace, a change of heart. I gotta wake up. I gotta get up and fling the dust away. Through the haze, The Man speaks. I hear His words, but not His Meaning. The Rain never came. The Dusty Road stays the same. Sitting in The Car on The Road I wil get the best vantage point of the most significant change in my existance: Time stands still. Lyrics I wouldn't drive like this all the time Maybe just in the rain As long as I'm comfortable and I can't hear you Pick up the remnants left behind It's important to me As long as I'm comfortable I can't hear you I smoked a joint an hour ago Alone, in corn fields You can drive if you want You're smoking and only Mother Nature knows I wouldn't drive like this all the time Perhaps just in the rain I smoked a joint an hour ago Alone, in corn fields You mustn't filter out the dark So I can be unto myself Because I'm comfortable, can you hear me? I wouldn't drive like this all the time Perhaps just in the rain I'm starting to feel comfortable Like the way you used to ----- The -Sturm und Drang- of the dust from the road is quite evident to me, although unreal. The tires spin, although I see them as still. The panic on the face of the driver fills me with an empathatic worry, although he remains separated from my being. The car is still in either conciousness. Although I can't observe it directly, this is the only thing of which I am certain. Lyrics by Satveer Gill. Spoken Word and Prose by Scott Holyk and Andre Chor.

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