he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…