Sunday, May 18, 2014

An old favorite from high school, still aesthetically credible today, though it takes until the first chorus to really get rolling.

The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves
I just can't seem to let them loose
And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.

Maybe a little sonically overblown, but saved by the lyrics, Phil's enunciation, and the tasty drumming in the choruses (ie., 3:13-on).

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