The final installment, a sort of coda, to this 6-part series. We've left the viola, and now too say goodbye to Lisbeth Scott. Here again are her lyrics:
Hot snow down my face
Writes words you erase
Is there anybody who can bring me up
Equal to the way that you can bring me down
Is there anybody who can touch me soft
Equal to the way that I am tied and bound
Free me, free me, free me
We are, the lot of us, our own worst enemies. Here: the desperate attempt to break free from that curse.
Andy
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