The synths are aflood
And the waves turns to sound
We're shuffled, caressed by gentle streams
Toward unknown grounds
I'll show you that place
Low down at the ocean plains
Where the streets have no name
Beatiful!
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: John Henric on 2002-03-09 14:17 ]</font>
makes me a bit jealous, I was working on something similar bout a year ago, but couldn't get the job done properly so left it alone, it's nice to see there are some 'kindred' spirits around that GET the job done