Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Scanners - Evil Twin

“Weaving out and weaving in.” We are acoustically prepared for this party with a guitar strumming into a whispered voice “breathing out and breathing in.” Changes are flavored with world spices – a bit of Turkey, a slice of Persia, a pinch of India. “I lost my meaning, so tell me a story. That’s my price now tell me yours.” Easy to move to while I visit “the other side.” Shoutout for the bass driven Bombs. Scanners