Shoulder To Shoulder
Ambition leaking from a broken bottle. I threw that away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my mind.
Ambition leaking from a broken bottle. I threw that away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my mind.
He needs something more to face death
Have you ever looked into a dream Used your eyes to try to see inside your mind I drift to sleep wondering what I might
Volta
I used to look to my dad for help when I wasn’t sure how to handle something. Growing up, he was the only person
I told you that I had to go back to work tomorrow, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be because I’
His words, a catalyst of creativity. Why can’t he remember? Once obsessed with mortality, fear of and then acceptance of death. A combination of
Living a life dedicated to creating art It took me too long to understand I followed the path that they told me led the way