what my dreams are made of (or at least since sept)

what his dreams are made of

thomas hirschhorn finds resistance in heady crystals

on top of old smokey

a'courtin is a pleasure
a'partin is grief
a false hearted lover is worse than a thief

a whole new spread

is what he said

last week on this day there was this view

on a wish and a prayer

that someday soon we'll howl into the night

come see about me