Drifting and turned, double edge dance / Hearts burn with the wind to find their way / Words that connect, never gain enough traction / Thus forever blown astray / And there was never any doubt / Plans to make carried out / Time keeps slipping through / Angel of the blues (Son Volt)

A still life with a bottle, a newspaper and a glass / The carrot dangles and the dance goes on, the bitters circle the drain / Emancipate the commonplace, ride high the relief roads / Of nightfall and enchanted ends, revelry in borrowed clothes / Antiheroes to follow too, bar and string salvation / Throw […]

You may be quite sure you know where you’re going / But sooner or later you’re out of the picture / Too many lost names, too many rules to the game / Better find a focus or you’re out of the picture / And somewhere along the way the clock runs out / Somewhere along […]