In technicolor! The earlier album of Ayla's, written and recorded between 2006-2009
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The Times jumped into Ayla's mind over the course of a few hours one day in Oakland, forming itself in moving images: www.vimeo.com/1488779
Here's Time, and here is the end, it's a fable of old, it's a way to pretend – in passing will we make amends, when we turn out the lights are we taking a stand – run on like the hand spinning round like we're painting the picture without ay clouds – shape up till we're coiled and confused and we've used all our whims till the ground is abused – cause now without time is as wing to the goose, and time without now is as neck to the noose, and we've stepped from the rhythm to follow the ruse… I go willing to walk alone – I go with you and on my own – I know nothing you have not shown me, now… Turn on like a wind to the flame if you're waving your hand will the current change – back up till you're facing the door, does it make any sense, are we safe a sure – turn tempo and change the key, when you hear the sound you can make the speech – look outward, and step inside, there's a learning to know and a will to be wise… there's a love to grow and a now to be pried from the hands of those who are handling time, from the need's below and the should's outside, we're stepping away to a different stride – together in rhythm, brothers in rhyme… I know nothing you have not shown me – I show nothing you have not grown – we grow rooted, rooted to the unknown below… to the unknown we go… here's time, and here is the mend, when we turn on the lights, when we join up in hands – look there to the one at your side, each is a teacher, each is wise – look out 'cross the farthest sea, can you hear your brother as he makes his peace – here's listening, and here is the speech: "there's a learning to know, and a living to free…" Cause now without time is as whale to the sea, and time without now is as ice to the heat – now without time is as wave to the sea, and we've stepped from the rhythm to follow our feet – we've stepped from the rhythm to follow our shoes – we've stepped from the rhythm to follow the ruse – we can step to the rhythm if that's what we choose… together in rhythm, brothers in rhyme, together in rhythm if that's in our minds