Sync Different

Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
May flowers bloom.
A new tune to call forth a day;
New love hail new way;
For us all.
Arise! Dab sleep from your eyes;
Make way for strange times;
Advance to the sky!
Gone frost on pane;
Tomorrow we regain;
Days will be long.
For who knows what tales will unfold;
To be free of cold;
And the long winter’s night.
Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
Spring comes on fast.

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

(vocal sample pitched - no meanings)

"The next thing I want to talk to you about is the Truffle recipe
Chocolate, butter, rhum, truffles"