There's a book by an author named Carol S. Pearson from the mid-70s called The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By Even though it's nearly forty years
tree Make it black for the way that I feel 'Cause black is the only color that's real Man down, tie a ribbon around my soul I'm in the black and I'm
verse You made together forever In a little way today This one is a blessed one Don't you wish they could all be that way There's a diamond in this city
Time's winding down friends. The witching hour is almost upon us. I can't tell you how much I'll miss our night rides together. When I push back from
From the center of nowhere Atop the shoulders of giants Above the creeping fog of disinformation that clouds the American union This is Will 'O the
The night seems so calm, doesn't it? As if time is frozen The city below used to sound like a mechanic motion moving in giant waves Now, it's silent
As I've been cleaning up around here, I've been thinking about the ten plus years I've spent talking to you every night. I've got the original microphone
, baby. Does he ever float through your mind? The jack of hearts is aching, Silent like a fucus, baby. Does he ever crash into your mind? Fear of God and fear of black
Chaos is hanging around.Put your ear to the ground and shudder from the sound.The death machine ain't slowing down.It's gaining pound for pound. A gas
they say good fences make good neighbors for you my friend this might be true but you still gotta put the boards on the windows to the soul inside
Käännös: Shooter Jennings. Musta Nauhat.