Send me your address! I "bought" a cd from you guys back at a show where you opened for Kimya Dawson a couple years ago, but I didn't have enough money to pay you. You wrote your address down for me somewhere, but I lost it. I owe you!
Oh how long it's been since we were graced with you beautifuly brave children of the South. And how many times I've listened over and over to your magical sounds, finding the truth of your every lyric in my own footsteps and dreams. How many times, I shall never know. For if I ever cease to be carried over this concrete mountain I call home without hearing the music of your souls, then that shall be the day I breath my last breath. I love you all. May the winds be at your back, and the seas be in your favor along your glorious adventures across the land. Peace.
arms are better than technologies. for bearing fruits and blossoms. i do & i learned this in new york: THE BRANCH THAT I CARRY IS MISTLETOE AND I WALK BACKWARDS MY EYES ON THE SEA
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