same old fucking rock
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
Why are some musicians so sad
Dear Lou (because your up there too now),
When did the sugar plum ferry decide thats who he was?
Sporting and Moving
The emotional power of the RC coupe arises from its purity of design.
I can see all of my brothers, seated around a table. You’re there too. Can you feel it?