I recorded this song in a garage in montecito heights, mostly late at night. A family of coyotes would start howling outside around the same time every evening, and the sprit of it all felt evil. not a modern day evil, but more of an ancient kind, from back when good and evil still respected each other.
lyrics
are you here with me
the one who holds the key
I need your help
I need your help
I belong to the rhythm of some other world
how can I get through
the one who owns the room
and breathe your air
and breathe your air
I belong to the rhythm of some other world
I’m going back to the place where I belong
I miss your voice and the joy of your song