This song is a FEEL. The soft, sleepy and sultry voice. The indolent pace of the melody and instruments. The half-awake feel that carries you along like you're floating in a warm, lazy river. Whenever I hear it, I feel like the song wraps itself around me like a light silk blanket. All I can do is drift along with it. Listening to it feels like I'm somewhere between here and a dream. And that's where I found myself a couple of days ago; half awake, physically and mentally

Sacrifice. That's a word that can mean so many things, to so many people. When I think about the word, I envision something along the lines of a block of blood-hued clay. Why blood hued clay? A sacrifice always costs something, and it has to be something that means something to a life. I think in the more traditional sense, religious sacrifices were made with blood. But there are other things that constitute "pillars" to pull from when one sacrifices. Time is a precious c