spin me back down the years
So you ride yourselves over the fields and You make all your animal deals and Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
What you want
On the radio this morning. Somewhere beyond the pain there must be a way to believe We can break through. Rock and Roll, ftw.
a new earworm
This has been stuck in my head since about 4 AM. (you’re welcome)