inside edge
in words
“The morning frost that shrouds the earth
Turns blades of grass to swords of steel
A messenger of the winter birth
To tell the turning of seasons wheel
So summers passed, she’s breathed her last
The winters come home”
Winter Flight by Inside Edge
Copyright © 1990 Inside Edge (Carl, Mike, Nigel & Phil).
All rights reserved.
The Lyrics
Elegy
Caged Bird
Winter Flight
The colours
The Creative Core
carl
Drums
mike
Guitar & Backing Vocal
Nigel
Bass & Keyboards
The Reviews
“A formidable wall of sound.
Serious Jeans, and serious music.”
Adam Moss, Music Notes
“Instantly likeable with its choppy guitar, a definite identity, and sense of purpose.”
Penny Anderson, City Life
“… echo’s of a by-gone Joy Division era with heavy emphasis on pounding drum and guitar beats”
Gill Mullarkey, Music Notes
