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I’ve submitted two songs in one week. The problem with that is that no one will want to hear the second song. Especially because the title of the other was “This Song Sucks.” Oh well, that’s the way it goes.
I did take the photo. I used to shoot for a number of skiing and mountaineering periodicals. I don’t do that so much anymore. I’ve switched to film and HDTV. Hopefully after this season I can put up some video.
It’s almost ski season!!! I can smell it!
I did take the photo. I used to shoot for a number of skiing and mountaineering periodicals. I don’t do that so much anymore. I’ve switched to film and HDTV. Hopefully after this season I can put up some video.
It’s almost ski season!!! I can smell it!
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Lyrics
Blower Pow
Two feet of new on a face so clean
Over the head blower and mean
Here the mountain kisses the sky
I push off and learn to fly
The roar of the descent
Like a spring unwound
The wind is deafening
Yet I don’t hear a sound
Locked in the moment
The mind is set free
The force of the turn
Pulled by gravity
(chorus)
Free is the drop
Free is the fall
Free is the pow
Blower for all
Free is the drop
Free is the fall
Free is the pow
Blower for all
A stick drop on a cold winter’s day
With lots of fresh we know how to play
Our boards are waxed and that’s a fact
Beacons beeping and shovels in our packs
Ready to rage on snow packed peaks
Feeling the boards rebound under our feet
Losing the mind thrashing blower snow
Higher, further and faster we go
We climb for the goods
Where no one else treads
The goal is the fresh
That blows over the head
The search for blower
Never quite ends
We come back for more
Again and again
(Chorus)
Two feet of new on a face so clean
Over the head blower and mean
Here the mountain kisses the sky
I push off and learn to fly
The roar of the descent
Like a spring unwound
The wind is deafening
Yet I don’t hear a sound
Locked in the moment
The mind is set free
The force of the turn
Pulled by gravity
(chorus)
Free is the drop
Free is the fall
Free is the pow
Blower for all
Free is the drop
Free is the fall
Free is the pow
Blower for all
A stick drop on a cold winter’s day
With lots of fresh we know how to play
Our boards are waxed and that’s a fact
Beacons beeping and shovels in our packs
Ready to rage on snow packed peaks
Feeling the boards rebound under our feet
Losing the mind thrashing blower snow
Higher, further and faster we go
We climb for the goods
Where no one else treads
The goal is the fresh
That blows over the head
The search for blower
Never quite ends
We come back for more
Again and again
(Chorus)
alackbass
You always take me back to those great rock records of the 70s.