There once was a boy who lived in a house with his mother.
His room was piled high with crates of vinyl records.
The boy liked to sit on the floor with his turntable, his records stacked around him and strewn about.
At night, he could pull his blanket up under his chin and look around his new lit room.
One day there began a great period of rain.
When walking with his mother the boy saw a rainbow in the sky.
He asked her what it was.
He mother began, "it's what happens when the sun shines through the rain," but she soon paused.
She looked down at her boy and up again at the rainbow and thought of a different story.
She said "the rainbow is a path. It leads from dark to light and from light to dark. It leads to your imagination.
If you open your mind, you'll find your dusty rainbow from the dark."
The rainbow is a path. It leads from dark to light and from light to dark.
It leads to your imagination. If you open your mind, you'll find your dusty rainbow from the dark.
His room was piled high with crates of vinyl records.
The boy liked to sit on the floor with his turntable, his records stacked around him and strewn about.
At night, he could pull his blanket up under his chin and look around his new lit room.
One day there began a great period of rain.
When walking with his mother the boy saw a rainbow in the sky.
He asked her what it was.
He mother began, "it's what happens when the sun shines through the rain," but she soon paused.
She looked down at her boy and up again at the rainbow and thought of a different story.
She said "the rainbow is a path. It leads from dark to light and from light to dark. It leads to your imagination.
If you open your mind, you'll find your dusty rainbow from the dark."
The rainbow is a path. It leads from dark to light and from light to dark.
It leads to your imagination. If you open your mind, you'll find your dusty rainbow from the dark.