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Sarah performed a three song solo set on acoustic guitar for this World Cafe interview from 1994 - Wait, Good Enough, and Ice. I found this rare interview while organizing my music collection. To my knowledge, this is the only time she's ever performed this song from Fumbling Towards Ecstasy as an acoustic guitar version. She is truly a gifted musician whom I've had the great pleasure of seeing live many times over the years, including her recent Hollywood Bowl appearance in Los Angeles. Enjoy! (P.S. I uploaded this song in stereo, so the sound quality is greatly improved. The original version was in mono.) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Under a blackened sky far beyond the glaring streetlights sleeping on empty dreams the vultures lie in wait You lay down beside me then you were with me every waking hour so close I could feel your breath When all we wanted was the dream to have and to hold that precious little thing like every generation yields the new born hope unjaded by their years Pressed up against the glass I found myself wanting sympathy but to be consumed again oh I know would be the death of me and there is a love that's inherently given a kind of blindness offered to appease and in that light of forbidden joy oh I know I won't receive it When all we wanted was the dream to have and to hold that precious little thing like every generation yields the newborn hope unjaded by their years You know if I leave you now it doesn't mean that I love you any less it's just the state I'm in I can't be good to anyone else like this When all we wanted was the dream to have and to hold that precious little thing like every generation yields the new born hope unjaded by their years...