Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Colin James says...

'Mind your step as you make your way, through the church into this world of sand, picture an angel with a cigarette burning, with a long slow drag, she welcomes you in, where you'll be dancing in the low light, sweat dripping down like a dew, scratchin metal and a cry and moan, and lightning in a bottle at the back of the room...fire, fire from the inside, rhythm, like a hurricane rain, mercy, comes after midnight, while you're washing me down with the sound of your national steel.'

- Colin James ('National Steel', National Steel, Colin James, 1997)

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