Harry Nilsson 1968 – Everybody’s Talking
The sound arrives like a late-afternoon gust, sweeping dust and unwanted noise from the city street. It is the sound…
The sound arrives like a late-afternoon gust, sweeping dust and unwanted noise from the city street. It is the sound…
It’s late, the kind of late where the streetlights feel like they’re the only things awake, casting long, lonely shadows…
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The needle drops, and the air itself seems to soften. It is late afternoon, the light outside my studio window…
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