From: Alma
Category: Music
Date: 08 December 2004
Like being in the belly of a boat the music swirls around the Barbican concert hall like a stormy romantic tragedy. I am stuck here with a bunch of ghosts for an hour. They are lined up waiting to get to heaven, hoping to get to heaven, lost at sea. I fear they will start smelling bad. They rattle their dried up hands together, and finally are released in to the night in swarms, to haunt the streets and your neighbourhoods.
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