— · — Here’s to the ladys you love and don’t see again / The night is warm whiskey … the mornin’s a cold bitter wind / The blue eyed madonna leaves town while the drunken man waits / Standing alone in the shadows of St. Olav’s Gate (Tom Russell)

Another year of roving & rambling. Another year of looking for that something I don’t know when it started years ago nor do I know yet. Another year of searching & finding … Searching for that glowing light in someone else mostly at the dark end of the street … swimming upstream down oceans of […]

Stumble forward, take the bottle from the shelf / Some silver harmony that makes its way back now / Find the confidence it takes to leave this place / Cock the trigger, check your head and have your say / It’s not forever now, but still you don’t see how / Every time we’re up we’re […]