Here I inhale profounder strength / And as I am, I speak and move / And things are as I think they are / And say they are on the blue guitar (Ronny Graupe, poem by Wallace Stevens)

The water’s runnin‘ red tonight / And our bridges is burning high / We parted ways in the middle / And now we gaze from either side (Mandolin Orange)

Nothing soars like falcons it’s all paper planes / Nothing stings like thistles and nothing floods like rain / Nothing roars like fire when you’re standing on your own / No shelter from the coming storm will ever feel like home (Darlingside & Caitlin Canty)