An old ballad that makes little literal sense, but works emotionally. I believe I wrote Wish There Were Some Air for an apocalyptic concept album that also featured Heat Wave. I dunno. Who remembers? Not I.
Fiction, comedy, music, pop-culture musings, and other awesome nonsense from a disembodied head floating in the ether...
A Poem For My Son My Love is a faint, fair thing Cast out like the stars Scattering across the sky It twinkles when I remember How I...
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