classical guitar and strings, a light frosting of electronic manipulation, with a twist of lemon
sticky and wet
Honey I'm a serious composer
Schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days
This aint no place for children
Story behind the song
I wanted to capture the sound of Esther frolicing through the dew covered flowers, skyclad on a spring morning
Lyrics
On a recent Monday morning, Frolic, in com-
pany with Puck, a canoe of European model
owned by Mr. Brentano’s friend, Mr. G. Mar-
mod, of Paris, were shipped by grande vitesse
to the little town of Charleville. on the Meuse.
Mr. Brentano does not conceal figures, as much
of the novelty of his trip was involved in its
extreme cheapness.
This first step cost but
17 francs.
