151 tracks by Peter Fedofsky
Our history was held in objects and places. We didn't realize as children that we were standing amongst the ashes of the loves of our ancestors. Still, we knew back then that love was possible and that we'd all move mountains for it.
We walled ourselves in apartments and rooms away from each other. Random thoughts and mundane life was grinding us to a halt inside. Some days, we were tyrants, and some days we were saints.
Dark dreams and long stretches of road separated us from our loved ones. We broke hearts and had our hearts handed to us in fragments. Win or lose it, in the soul, love is long.
Once upon a rainy day, we were out in the farm fields waiting on the sun to break through the gloom. We arrived in this dark world naked and were washed clean waiting for the sun. Little darling, here it comes...