Some toast the night as each day begins / Wearing shadows in between / But I close my eyes until once again I can dream / Of little birds catching fireflies / Until the darkness pulls them down / And little worlds hung on fire lit eyes / Tryin‘ to come a little closer now […]

For the first time he wished he were far away, lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language or streets. And he dreamed about this place without knowing its name (Ry Cooder)

Well, I’m going down the railroad track / Gonna take my rocking chair / If these doggone blues don’t leave my mind / I’m gonna run away from here (The Earls of Leicester)