Fourth red top, fourth choof.
Listening to children playing and birds chirping.
A siren far off in the distance.
The sounds of gravel hitting a corrugated iron fence from chickens looking for bugs.
The kids playing is a very comfy feel.
I can't really make out what they are saying.
I can hear them on a bike or something.
The adults are even more fuddled
They are inside, every now and then they make a noise.
There is a youngish sounding man and a woman with a high pitched voice.
The neighbour closed his garage door.
A motorbike revs in the distance.
I can smell a little bit of soot, I think the adults where the kids are playing have lit a fire.
That's a great song by Willy Nelson.
I think it's a cover.
Has an awesome feel to it, the lyrics are really positive but there's a lot of minor chords that make it sort of feel sad.
It's how I envisage going mad would be like.
Like letting go, smiling, and embracing defeat.