When we were travelling from India to Singapore via Tibet, we passed through Vietnam and picked up a whole orchestra of instruments in Saigon. This is a pentatonic love song to the ultimate femme fatale to give them chaotic life.
Lyrics
The time that I first saw you
you were walking under a storm cloud.
Your eyes the colour of twilight.
Your long hair flowing wild.
You shake me to the marrow.
If you spit out every sinew
I'd be there at the shoreline
for the scent of your bouquet
There is an endless longing
in the wind that blows forever
on the rivers that entwine us
in the shadows of your mind.
