Under hovering branches,
catch the sunshine through it’s vines.
A dried up serpentine,
with an angel of the night.
The blind man finds his answer,
in an empty bottle of wine.
Getting closer, one by one,
to the diamond sutra in the sun.
The answering machine,
is fired up with gasoline.
I don’t need your sad, old news,
kicking off my Sunday blues.
The old man got it going on,
won’t let it bring him down.
The sundown shining in,
through the paper bag within.
A mysterious light,
on what condition I am in.
Getting closer to the screen,
insecure, frail and seventeen.
And the tales you’ll misconceive,
and the diamond sutra in the sun.
supported by 11 fans who also own “Live at Jakobskirken”
"If you’re a long-term fan of one or more of the participating groups or of modern acid rock in general, you won’t need much convincing to add this gem to your collection. But even if you’re completely unfamiliar with this whole scene, yet interested in dipping your toes into the wide world of spaced-out guitar music, I would highly recommend this idealized ISS homage as a gateway experience to the genre."
my full review on Veil of Sound:
https://veilofsound.com/2022/09/23/VA-ISS_Vol1.html Der Ohlsen