before all the days are gone & darker walls are bent and torn
Rivers that run anywhere / Are in my hand and just up the stair / Past the eyes of those who care / Who can never be / Alone (Jackson C. Frank)
August 16, 2015
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August 12, 2015
living in a house of blue lights, wolf knocking at the door
Me and the coke and cigarettes looking at the crack of dawn / I got a house that’s full of lights but I never turn them on / Heater’s broken, moon is going down / Living in a house of blue lights, wolf knocking at the door / Chopping down that cedar tree, looking for […]
August 9, 2015
the blue light was my blues & the red light was my mind
And I followed her to the station, with her suitcase in my hand / And I followed her to the station, with her suitcase in my hand / Well, it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell, when all your love’s in vain / All my love’s in vain (Robert Johnson)