Our boredom bleeds us wide awake
The Walkabouts: Fuck Your Fear
(yes, again)
Soon may the Wellerman come
to bring us sugar and tea and rum.
You won
With lots of fun
This past year forced me to stay home and think. And I found myself very disillusioned about these and a lot of things. I found out that I am in need of that validation. For me to write, sing and play, I need to find some new reasons and inspirations. ”My Walden” so to speak.
Come and take my robe
We will fly away