In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.
You can blow out a candle, but you can't blow out a fire.
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone, from nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one.
Once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher, oh Biko, Biko.
We've got to get in to get out.
I love 5.1. Sometimes you can't squeeze everything in comfortably into a stereo picture. There is a lot more space in a 5.1 environment.