we’ve been plowing our little field up here for a couple of years now, but the yard is still filled with rocks and dust and sick trees…so we bide our time, waiting for a purer kick to bloom…& the future is still bleak, uncertain and beautiful…and the van is gassed but the pistons are cracked, and when we close our eyes alls we can see is: open road, telephone poles, a sun that is always setting & a tangled up melody.
Godspeed You Black Emperor!
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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