And I’ve been talking about love just talking / And it seems like I don’t get nowhere / So maybe I ought to go / To just where I don’t know / But it looks to be / Other than here (Jeffrey Foucault)

I drink for something when I’m nothing / I drink for nothing when it’s gone / And I feed the clouds, they are my shadow / ‚Cause I have raised the cubs my self alone / Now there is somethin‘ in the wild / Here is my weather of a killing kind (The Tallest Man […]

Well, my eyes are full of stars / But I just can’t reach ‚em… oh, how high they are / I got to believe what I’m seeing – ooh, maybe it could come true / But in a modern world that can be so hard to do / I feel so homesick / Where’s my […]