Russ began this one on his mom's piano, and brought it over to my house to lay it down on the simulated Rhodes. It was a hot summer day, and kids were playing softball outside the house. Russ always loved how you could hear this boy screaming at the end of the lyrics - we laughed about it and just kept it in.
I remember we had to look up "slipstream" to see if it was what we thought it was: the area just behind a rock in a stream that is calm and slow-moving.
Date written: 9/8/10
There has to be wind
to feel the air.
Let's go for a walk
We travel through bright, bright creation
in the sun.
We go without knowing, everything showing:
we are one.
Maybe I'll go wade in the slipstream...
You know it doesn't care
if I've got a job,
or you've got the daydream;
I'll see you there.