Ahhh ah. You don’t know the old communism days. Like dervishes, ... we’ll moan and cry. Who would’ve said all this would happen.
Sometimes I really feel like losing my mind.
Sometimes I really feel like losing my mind.
You really set out on the road… but now you’re rebuilding it from whatever survived in your memory
You really set out on the road… but now you’re rebuilding it from whatever survived in your memory
I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.
I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.
Starting from sounds I heard back home that somehow hit my soul.
Starting from sounds I heard back home that somehow hit my soul.
