It's a hellish journey. The bell rings and we salivate Meaning. Posed a question the answer is reflex. The car is a form of poetic meter, only suburbanites and soccer moms think of it as transportation. And in Old America the real artists did not work with marble or paint or even cine film, the real artist was a slob with a pint of oil and a set of spark plug wrenches.
Words are weapons owned by the liars.
The common man is abandoned, and for his pains he is mocked. Scorn pours out and drowns every hope before it can draw breath. Judgment is the only evil. So it has been stripped of ordinary value. Ken Hyder - drums, percussion, voice.