free as a child

Thoughts run wild, free as a child
Into the night.
Across the screen a thin beam
Of magic light
(Rory Gallagher, 'Shadow Play', 1978)

the black stripe

And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
(Pink Floyd, Us And Them', 1973)

spread over

τρίτη πόρτα αριστερά

Ξημερώνει μα έδώ
η νύχτα διψάει ακόμα.

πιο ψηλά

Lift me up, lift me up
Higher Nowama
(Moby, 'Lift me up', 2005)