Eight Miles High – ’11 – #21
Eight miles high, and when you touch down You'll find that it's stranger than known Signs in the street that say where you're going Are somewhere, just being their own Nowhere is there warmth to be found Among those afraid of losing their ground Rain gray town, known for its sound In places, small faces unbound Round the squares, huddled in storms Some laughing, some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes and black limousines Some living, some standing alone
This piece is based on the lyrics to the song Eight Miles High by The Byrds. This song is kind of the quintessential Sixties sound for me. Kind of sinister, kind of trippy, kind of happy.
I probably should have done a piece with the lyrics “Hello it’s been awhile…” I’ve been pretty busy lately, and have been working on this one for awhile. I decided I’d better post it, since it’s been two months since my last one! I’ve started and stopped a couple of pieces since then – maybe I’ll finish them.
All photos are from ones I’ve taken.