oh how bright you are..

the cold wind over the mountains from the sea thick fog burned up by the sun  seemingly longer to midnight the first day of the begining of time i set my dreams in motion this time my sweet sweet darlin. dont eat the Apple...

there is a science to it..

despite what you were told everything is heating up everything is alive i gotta view of it from here its golden and  your face mystic sand rhythms in your heart blends  when we get close the rhythms harmony a field  magnetic electric Lord sing a new song  please..

Old Susanna doesn't cry for us.   the pass where she made her journey first is a nice place to sleep for the evening. The wind feels wonderful coming down these hills.