SOMA FM Drone Zone!
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perfect zebras fascination
Beach House - Zebra 
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Great podcast on pretty much why music industry is full of sh*t! 
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Classic from all-time classic band, Chicago, Iām a Man
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Flashbacks from GTA childhood. Good times! 
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Craig Conner is absolutely insane, quality and amount of genres heāve produced for early GTAs are just 
I have probably not heard these songs since they were released decades ago. Today I am reminded of how brilliant the lyrics are, a notch or more above the pop-song lyrics of 1970.
Lyrics based on a Ray Bradbury short story
My father was a rocket man
He often went to Jupiter or Mercury, to Venus or to Mars
My mother and I would watch the sky
And wonder if a falling star
Was a ship becoming ashes with a rocket man inside
My mother and I
Never went out
Unless the sky was cloudy or the sun was blotted out
Or to escape the pain
We only went out when it rained
My father was a rocket man
He loved the world beyond the world, the sky beyond the sky
And on my motherās face, as lonely as the world in space
I could read the silent cry
That if my father fell into a star
We must not look upon that star again
My mother and I
Never went out
Unless the sky was cloudy or the sun was blotted out
Or to escape the pain
We only went out when it rained
Tears are often jewel-like
My motherās went unnoticed by my father, for his jewels were the stars
And in my fatherās eyes I knew he had to find
In the sanctity of distance something brighter than a star
One day they told us the sun had flared and taken him inside
My mother and I
Never went out
Unless the sky was cloudy or the sun was blotted out
Or to escape the pain
We only went out when it rained
Lyrics of unknown origin
When the war began, she worked in an office and played the violin on her own time
But the winter came in on marching feet, she met him and was gone
He was gallant, he was fine
Turned the summer days to wine
She came from a small town near Turino
She wore a white dress and the church was very large
In the town square a garden grew flowers that could push even through the snow
And like the flowers she was free
She had no one to please
The summer passed away, he was called to the front
Wrote two letters but no more
His child she could feel, but did not allow herself to have
And she remembered in the night a little girl in white
The war stood like a cloud with many brave officers and she knew them all
But their gallant white horses grew muddy and gray
And in the garden in the town
Marching soldiers pushed the flowers down
The war came to an end, but there were no longer summer days or wine
And she worked in an office but did not play the violin on her own time
I donāt know the origin of the latter song, but in my mind it might have been an Anton Chekhov short story, or years after the song was published, it might have been the outline for a William Trevor short story.
Better throw an original into the mix hereā¦
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Finally itās time to relax a little
Chill beats abound while I wait for a flight.
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