On ghost horses

Laundry Room:
Some velvet morning all of this will vanish, will fall, will make me nostalgic, this dirty towels, this land, this blogs that are given birth each second, will be swept by hurricanes, will be swallowed by earth, will crack with raining rocks, will burn like the roman empire will burn again soon. And we'll go riding on ghost horses, or maybe ghost ponies, and it might just happen one velvet morning, indeed...

Mirah - cold cold water

Francoiz Breut - si tu disais

Nancy sinatra - some velvet morning