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John Waite |
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over the past few years, to the traditional sound of an english summer, the drone of lawnmowers, the smack of leather on willow, has been added a new noise |
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Levar Burton |
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what were the skies like when you were young? |
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Rickie Lee Jones |
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they went on forever, th- |
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when i- |
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we lived in Arizona, and the skies always had little fluffy clouds in em and, ah, |
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they were long and clear an |
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there were lots of stars |
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at night |
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and, ah, when it rained it would all turn- |
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it- they were beautiful |
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the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact |
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the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire |
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and the clouds would catch the colors everywhere |
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that's -- it's neat |
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because i used to look at them all the time |
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when i was little |
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you don't see that |
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Sample |
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layering different sounds on top of each other |
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layering different sounds on top of each other |
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Rickie Lee Jones |
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little fluffy clouds |
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little fluffy clouds and |
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little fluffy clouds and |
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little fluffy clouds and |
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you don't see that |
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you might still see them in the desert |
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the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact |
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purple and red |
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purple and red and yellow and on fire |
