Touch the Sun
Martin Eder
My mistress‘ eyes are nothing like the sun
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
My mistress‘ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips‘ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
12‘ inch Dubplate 14:54 min.
Side A
Touch the Sun part 1
Side B
Touch the Sun part2
Composition: Martin Eder
Cello: Michael Rauter
Artwork: Moritz Stumm
Special Thanks to NASA,
Natinal Aeronautics and Space Administartion