From the CD Thirteen Cities
I fucked up again
I barely know where I am
I'm sorry I ain't called you in days
Maybe I'll never get over Wes and the hospital
And now I don't even have bus fare home
I'm lost in this world
Maybe it's my skin it's too thin
maybe it's my heart that always caves in
But I fucked up again I barely know who I am
I'm sorry for all the things I haven't done
I'm just lost in this world
It was once said of Ralph Emerson that he was the 'Sage of ordinary days.' Willy Vlautin is the blue jeaned, cigarette stained, empty whiskey bottle 'sage of ordinary days' for his own personal America, riding a lost train-track that runs through all of us.
PihaSandDunes 1 year ago 3
Extrordinarily powerful and beautiful.
Yet so sparse and simple at the same time.
Stunning.
Habega42 2 years ago 3