-Deep Soul Heaven
At the dark end of the street, your narrator appears. Where once the light of truth shone, now there is wisdom in the unseen.

Past Trinity's park into the one ways of Watts, arose a new view on soul, in which soulful recognition became altogether clear. Brown eyed, blue eyed, darkness, light, the comfort of good energy was a living entity.

Weaving little webs,
let the beads begin to gather.

Harmonic gems and impassioned bursts,
a samplers dream, if not for the drizzly serving of hot vocal butter.
Sounds like these are bound to attract attention;
smothered gravy biscuits in sweet soul syrup.

mm mmm...


Percy Sledge - The Dark End of the Street