New album featuring human hand #2

This song is almost too much for me to stand. It's worked its way into my head where it is currently keeping a permanent residence. This album was bootlegged to tape by someone dear to me and now holds a permanent residence in my vehicle's tape player. David made a perfect album to be stuck in Los Angeles traffic to; I am not surprised by this but am 100% grateful for his existence and feel his presence in my brain whenever I find myself turning corners with my eyes closed. I feel that the people who don't understand this piece (ie: the average music reviewer) are a nightmare and a plague, a murky plaque on the skin of mental expansion, but considering the state of overpopulation these days, this too is to be expected and must be taken in stride with the center of gravity in constant stability unflinching and pressing onwards. Note the blackened finger...



"...sometimes in the evenings, a feeling of the type which haunts young children in the forest will come in on a dark wind, and all the light will fade, leaving a low/lull sound penetrating the eyes which follow the dark shapes running for safe nests just out of reach..."