THE PLAYERS
THE SONGS
THE SHOP
CONTACT
Patches of orange
From a million years
They keep on crumbling here
Twisted rivers
From the air
The dark is rising
Way down there
Rain is falling
And it's not fair
Love is calling
Where?
You're the angel
On hallowed ground
So full of hurt
Flying around
Twisted rivers
From the air
The dark is rising
Way down there
Rain is falling
And it's not fair
Love is calling
Where?
You'll see a rainbow
If the sun's just right
Rain on one side
The other's got light
Twisted river
From the air
The dark is rising
Way down there
Rain is falling
And it's not fair
Love is calling
Where?
© 2023 Chris Szwedo All Rights Reserved.
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FLIGHT TO A PLATEAU is a song about an old and familiar memory, triggered by a helicopter adventure over the forbidding, winding "Goosenecks" of the San Juan River near Lake Powell. Looking down into the abyss is humbling. Layers of time drop 1000 feet as the river shows a series of perfect curls, one after another. Atop each cliff are plateaus. There's no place quite like this anywhere else and you're vulnerable. You want to look, but you know what's best for you. Do not stare down too closely into any place like this.
ⓒ Chris Szwedo
