And so this is Christmas / For weak and for strong / The rich and the poor ones / The road is so long / And so happy Christmas / For black and for white / For yellow and red ones / Let’s stop all the fight / A very merry Christmas / And a […]

It’s a bruised and a fallen sky / Pressed all up against us / And it’s just as true, so far away / But I can be there by breakfast / I just drive on through to you / So as the past goes breaking by / Where are you tonight? (Richard Buckner as sung […]

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)