Singing in the bunker

I came to my bunker today to sing. It was the first time in a very long time. The acoustics were incredible. After my last notes, I timed the reverb at five seconds.

It felt like the beginning of a new era of singing for me. All the old associations sifted through my fingers and drifted away. I was whole, singing a lavish meal with my whole body, till I was sated, spent and replete, and left.

Among others:

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
900 miles from home
The water is wide
Στην ένδοχη παρουσία
Πηγή κι βασιλειά μου