Holy rolling music.
The wilderness has never sounded so funky.
Pure joy as the sun shoots from her “Astral Plane” like a cosmic mechanic on overdrive.
We’re no better than those we condemn.
The death penalty a ticket punched to another place.
I learned to hold my tongue only as long as these chains hold me and they will not hold me for very long.
I can hear you chugging through the night on an ever ready train heading everywhere.
The light makes no mistakes as guardians like yourself spread positive love.
A revival of epic proportions bringing us closer together as an honest to god torch singer presents to us a burning bush juke joint that we ignore at our own peril.
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