the camera eye

• (bkz: fly on the wall) (bkz: çağrışım)
• sözleri tam olarak şöyle olan mükemmel rush parçası;
  
  i
  grim-faced and forbidding,
  their faces closed tight,
  an angular mass of new yorkers
  pacing in rhythm,
  race the oncoming night,
  they chase through the streets of manhattan.
  head-first humanity,
  pause at a light,
  then flow through the streets of the city.
  
  they seem oblivious
  to a soft spring rain,
  like an english rain
  so light, yet endless
  from a leaden sky.
  
  the buildings are lost
  in their limitless rise.
  my feet catch the pulse
  and the purposeful stride.
  
  i feel the sense of possibilities,
  i feel the wrench of hard realities.
  the focus is sharp in the city.
  
  ii
  wide-angle watcher
  on life's ancient tales,
  steeped in the history of london.
  
  green and grey washes
  in a wispy white veil
  mist in the streets of westminster.
  wistful and weathered,
  the pride still prevails,
  alive in the streets of the city.
  
  are they oblivious
  to this quality?
  a quality
  of light unique to
  every city's streets.
  
  pavements may teem
  with intense energy,
  but the city is calm
  in this violent sea.
• normalde müziği asla arka planda dinlemem, hatta bunu yapmanın müzik dinlemek olmadığını ileri sürerim. müzik dinlemek benim için oturup tek başına yapılacak bir eylemdir.
  
  ama bu şarkı arka planda çalarken kod yazmaktan ayrı keyif alıyorum. işte bu şarkı arka planda akıp gitmesi için bestelenmiş.