Thought I was a spacemanDigging out my heartIn some distant sand dunesIn a carpark
Cause the desert had encroached uponThe places where we livePeople like me find itTo keep the…
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes were smoking out along the open road; the night was very dark and thick between them, each man beneath his ordinary load. “I’d like to tell my story,” said one of them so young and bold, “I’d like to tell my story, before I…