11:20 minute long song all the way through,...
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass Who among them do they think could carry you?...
warm light on a winters day
It is strange to find that someone has already written your thoughts out for you… guess it is nice to know your not alone.
I'm in the mood to do something out of character.
If you could do something totally out of character and remain anonymous what would you do?
so easy to look at, so hard to define– Sara, Bob Dylan
I want to go back tomorrow but I don't want to do...