This life drives my crazy. These circumstances drive me crazy. This summer drives me crazy. I drive myself crazy. These notes, this rythm drives me crazy. That fiddle, that voice, those three, golden Pennsylvania boys: (I used to love a Pennsylvania boy), makes me spin and twist and never seize to move. Transfixed, exilirated and lost, but yet, so very found. These notes. Hyponotized.
The Cave Singers – Gifts and the Raft
Forever it seems.
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