@stereo5 I always loved the following line (apart from those times when working with the public brought it too close to home).
"There’s someone in my head but it’s not me"
"There’s someone in my head but it’s not me"
Two from the Queen of Folk - so much talent in one person. Sometimes I wish she’d taken the road of success rather than activism. Still, I think most of what she sought came to be. I certainly hope so. "Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war We’re only saying the time is short and there is work to do And we’re still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats" "Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you’re smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there" |
"Woke up on Monday and wrote you a love song, a love song well the pen stopped and the paper flew out the window and the notes rang down the road I don't know where they'll go, get caught in the trees I suppose ripped apart by the birds and the winter winds whisper good bye to your love..." "Maybe On Monday" Calexico WOW! |