Yeah, smooth like that, like lotion or body cream and as soft and fluffy and warm as your favorite blanket. Straight from the dryer. And achingly sweet harmonies. And a sense of hesitation so that the voices miss each other but barely by a breath. Hazy as an impressionist watercolor or Turner before them. A gentleness from another time, another world. As if they might have been contemporaries ...
Yeah, smooth like that, like lotion or body cream and as soft and fluffy and warm as your favorite blanket. Straight from the dryer. And achingly sweet harmonies. And a sense of hesitation so that the voices miss each other but barely by a breath. Hazy as an impressionist watercolor or Turner before them. A gentleness from another time, another world. As if they might have been contemporaries ...