b. 1988. texan. a contemporary whose enthusiasm lies primarily in historic themes, go figure. humility, progress, exploration, puppies and the arts are the best.
Chelsea Wolfe | Halfsleeper
All the parts of me that lived inside
Are drowning in the sea of waking life
They don’t know their colors don’t belong on the outside
They don’t know their colors don’t belong
Til they’re spread across the open road
Til they’re spread across the asphalt on the open road
Til they’re streaming in the wind like cassette tape or jellyfish
Long dark veins and records playing memories
All the things we yell don’t mean a thing
When we’re spinning out on dark and metal wind
When we’re flying like blue Mary’s angels through the shattered glass
When we find that tall dark shadow waiting there with outstretched hands
He has given me a dress of red and you a skin of gray
We’ll be twisting here for hours ‘til the light will bring us day
And we’re spread across the open road
And we’re spread across the asphalt on the open road
And we’re streaming in the wind like cassette tape or jellyfish
Long dark veins and records playing memories
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