Musical Music...

...made up of notes and tunes. I realized a little while back on my Pandora station that I'd liked three or four different songs by a band called Great Lake Swimmers, which prompted me to check out a few of their albums. My favorite so far is called Lost Channels, and the first three songs are like a perfect three course meal-- appetizer, entree, and dessert.

Here's the third course for your listening pleasure:



The line runs through like a train in a book,
Or meters underwater, ending with a hook
It sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift,
The fine ones are boundaries when there is a rift

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, Oh I'm just pulling on a line
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on me

The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow,
Where only those embracing coldness would go
It whistles & it whispers, and sometimes it howls,
It sings to me sweetly from trees & in vowels

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, Oh I'm just pulling on a line
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on me

The line, it writes itself across the dark sky,
In the electric flushes ending with a sigh
It weaves itself into a fabric so true,
and flows just like the river, graceful and blue

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, Oh I'm just pulling on a line
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on me