At the Slaughterhouse is a record about the death of love
about the birth of love
about a little flame that does not go out
It is about the sound of my voice and the sound of my guitar
It is a quiet night
It is an early morning
It is purposely gentle
It is a movie about a refugee,
40 years later
a movie you watch alone
The orchestra is the ambience of a room
The script is melody
A melody between
the words spoken by friends
friends who know each other
and who knew the music
before it existed
At the Slaughterhouse is a record about the death of love
about the birth of love
about a little flame that does not go out
It is about the sound of my voice and the sound of my guitar
It is a quiet night
It is an early morning
It is purposely gentle
It is a movie about a refugee,
40 years later
a movie you watch alone
The orchestra is the ambience of a room
The script is melody
A melody between
the words spoken by friends
friends who know each other
and who knew the music
before it existed