The sound keeps repeating. It’s happened at least four times. I think it’s time to close the window before I freak myself out.
It sounds like someone just pushed a drum set down the hill into the creek behind my house. Hmm.
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
and you play…
8 Days of Darren
So I have no idea where to look up the lyrics for this so I’ll just tell you guys this isn’t a cut version and you hear him go from his regular voice to speaking Italian again.