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Conclusion. City sounds from the middle of night, winter. Tape loops, organ, treated piano. |
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Story Behind the Song
Like so many times, I had sat in my chair thinking there was nothing to do, dark outside, night. I looked through the window at my view of the street. The city was brimming. Cars passed in succession along the road. Yellow/white lights followed by the red ones, quickly and evenly. From time to time my eye was drawn to an out of place license plate light or fog lamp. Distantly, through the trees, the horizon gray on blackā¦red columns of tower lamps lit a steady pulse. Our mark was blatant - our scrape, our blasting tolerated for now. There were many things to do.
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