Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images, where the sun beats, and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water. Only there is shadow under this red rock (come in under the shadow of this red rock), and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
I'd been trying to get this done before Easter, but no way did that happen. Oh well. I think it's a bit long. I think I'll keep them shorter in the future. Probably not very strong either, but I think it's something I had to work out of my system. LOL! I hope it works. You'll all let me know if it doesn't, right? (Though it's not like I post these things outside of my journal, either.) I tried not to make it too silly, but translating music into a visual format doesn't always work too well. *bleh* Consider it Photoshop practice. ;)
In case you haven't actually heard the song in question, here it is; Love Spreads by The Stone Roses: