alone with my fancies
someone emailed me wanting to use skillless suffering, artless grace in a film. it made me so happy i almost cried. i wish i could be a musician. write nice songs for people to listen to. but i have no guitar anymore. i'd buy one but i have no money. but i can safely say i'll be banging away on my piano until i get one.
music and magic, they are interchangeable words.
this song makes me nostalgic for something i've never experienced. or perhaps, have yet to experience. our fictionalised romance, brazil-style, when they capture us in afghanistan. 1984 with a happier ending and higher body count.
music and magic, they are interchangeable words.
this song makes me nostalgic for something i've never experienced. or perhaps, have yet to experience. our fictionalised romance, brazil-style, when they capture us in afghanistan. 1984 with a happier ending and higher body count.