The Lark Ascending Ralph Vaughan Williams He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound, Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake. For singing till his heaven fills Tis love of earth that he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup And he the wine which overflows To lift us with him as he goes. Till lost on his aerial rings In light, and then the fancy sings.
i love orange too.
WhollyYoursDCB 2 years ago
I love the Olson guitar! Would love to have one..
jeroenkraan 2 years ago
Hogan rocks!
zildjianguy182 2 years ago
ha! staring at sound. exactly what David ( and co.) are doing in front of the monitors. clever as usual.
pickymickey 2 years ago
its actually much longer. this is two different excerpts from the beginning and the end.
couchsessions 2 years ago
kimkimlt 2 years ago
man, that olson guitar looks sweeeeeeeet.
TheFlash26 2 years ago
So are you guys putting those 'airplane' songs in the record??
And Eisley t-shirt = awesome.
sharrkmaster 2 years ago
this was weeeaaaakkkkk
pantherman93 2 years ago
I'm sooooooo addicted to your webcam feed...it's ridiculous...
When is the album coming out?!!!!!?
mrjonatan 2 years ago