Lady

I like when you come visit me in the mornings, whisper, like opening my eyes and look at yours and feel it is just a mirror to a thousend other mornings, future and past, when you and I lie calmly and there’s nothing else.

Trish

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This is in a tribute to Trish Keenan and those who dedicate their energy, thought and love to psychedelic and experimental music, the depths of conscious, heights ever imagined, universe, light, shadow, colour, soul and sound.