So I lay down with circles in my head / And I dream a dream I never had / I was climbing down a mountain into a deep, dark hole / And in that dream, it didn’t seem all that bad (Mandolin Orange)

The tears we’ve carried through the years will change / And man that’s just enough / To keep these ghosts around those haunted fields / Like old ties and companions / You and I were just passing through / It’s a hundred thousand miles of lonely track / Holding back tomorrow / Someday I’ll hop […]

And I sometimes feel foolish / Staying up late / Tryining to squeeze some life / Out of books and records /  Filling the gaps / Between words & notes (Ronny Graupe, poem by Lawson Fusao Inada)