tisdag 24 juli 2012

Thunder road.



It's so beautiful. It's a fast car, it's freedom, it's a long summer night with a beauty in the passenger seat of your ride. It's the highway; as the night beckons and the wind rushes through your hair. It's a longing for a chance at something real. Something genuine. This song is a passion for life. As I pull out of my town to say goodbye to my roots, as I set forth on another adventure. One song reminds of my dreams and aspirations. Thunder road.

måndag 2 juli 2012

"There is no reason and the truth is plain to see."



If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed

and I would never hate you, but you're hard to love


and I don't know why after all this time
every single song I sing is about you
and you walk away, you just walk away
but I still make your bed
and you still leave me for dead

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Everything around us is moving except time

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