for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made