I want to be trapped with you — in an old victorian housethat smells of birchwood and sagewith dark hallsleading to…
Hell hath no fury like the delta bluesOr Johnny Cash walking in his killin’ shoesThe fire burns in circles to…
The divisionis an openwoundgrownfrom the seedof ignorance.
Love youwhen you love you.Love you lesswhen you hate you.