Lost in an alien world, you find yourself unable to tell up from down. Will you find yourself out? Or will you be trapped forever in the winding skyscrapers of this place?

The big city. A little person. Excuse the live recording; I didn't have enough time to sequence this.

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The city towers
Monstrously tall
I'm trying hard not to get
swallowed by it all

These sessile giants
Taking in the sun
The people rush
A crowd of ants we've become

Shadow to shadow
We're just people on the run
At work in fifty storeys
When the day's just begun

And all the windows
Gleam their hopes up to the sky
The average worker stops to look up
And asks, "Why?

Why all these giants?
What's there to gain?
Why have a window I can't
Look down again?

Must everybody have to
Look all the same?
Somehow I sense these structures
Calling my name."

The city towers
Watching where I go
Hundreds of eyes gleam
'Til the light doesn't show

I won't be afraid
Although I aimlessly roam
There's a time to leave these giants
While I find my way home

Don't fall behind

All done with semimodular desktops, through digital effects, into Portastudio.

We live in a magical city, a city full of architectural wonders, of wonderful people and great friends.

Second OHC. Go go go!

jarski is back

I love the black and white cityscapes. New York is a pretty cool place I've been to that I think about a lot.