Song of the Day: Digable Planets - Pacifics February 11, 2007
Posted by ~V~ in : Images, Sounds, Song of the Day , add a commentbecause if silence is golden,
then music must be made of diamonds.
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Butterfly, searchin for a relax.
Pullin’ from the jazz stacks ’cause it’s Sunday.
On the air is incense, sounds to the ceiling.
Tryin’ to get this feelin’ since Monday…
If you know the norm, it’s like Hades transformed.
On Sunday’s early hours, the city sprouts its flowers.
New York is a museum with its posters and graffiti.
If you in the city, on Sunday, come check me…
Digable Planets - Pacifics (5.2MB mp3)
from the album Reachin’ (A New Refutation of Time and Space)
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Flickr photos from Arnold Pouteau
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