Friday, October 31, 2008

Rain Gray Town Known For It's Sound

I just got back from London and The Byrds' "Eight Miles High" was going through my head the entire flight there. The band wrote it about their plane trip to England in the mid-60's. While many just dismiss it as a drug song the lyrical content really has more to do with the excitement of visiting London for the first time. I can imagine how much of a rush it must have felt to cross the Atlantic to a place they had only imagined in their heads. And they were definitely right about one thing.... it can be a cold and rainy place.

Listen: Eight Miles High - The Byrds (Mp3)
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 it’s 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

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