Blood Meridian. Kick Up The Dust. Get Someplace Else. Zeneszám

an empty road beside a shallow ditch, filled with little kids, doing little things. Their moms and dads are wearing magazines, embarassed to be seen outside their heads. There's a place where we pray and can't be seen. In glass, we sleep and we dream. A lonely road stretched out in the dark. It's a shitty world, with a shitty heart. it's why we fight! it's why we hang our heads. its why we grow our hair. its why we never cared. there's a place we pray and can't be seen. in glass we sleep and we dream. of horses, and goldmines, and submarines. of mountains, and rivers, and trees....