A glorious sunset, Grand Canyon, Arizona. Come to me all who labour and are heavily laden down and I will give you rest. Is a masterpiece of spirituals, original and traditional, done in classic McFerrin style. What that man can do with his voice and body holy smack. One of my favourite tracks is. Well, I am shouting.

The roof of my mouth is bleeding. Tastes like burning red-hot life. Freshly slid off the frying pan life. I like to watch the teenagers dance. To festival music in crowded parks at night. All over the sunburnt, panting grass. The pressure of my tongue against the blood. I like to watch the drivers in their cars. With windows rolled down all the way. One arm dangled out like bait for the wind. Charred crisp around the edges life. I like to watch old ladies eat ice cream.

Love is a harsh and dreadful thing to ask of us, but it is the only way. Trying so hard to fish through its murky waters to find one thing. One creature swimming through endless messes,. Oh, terrible singing and. Of course, off tune. Blindly, desperately, alive. Warm caress as lullaby, wooing him to sleep and stillness. In paths of cold and shade and foggy shroud.

Watch the bird beat against the bars. Wounds heal and wounds reopen;. Hollow bones crack, metal cage unforgiving. I watched the bird beat against the bars. Heavy bones creak, mental cage unforgiving;. Is it tomorrow or yesterday? Feeling foolish and hopeful and desperate,. The bird locked, locks, will lock himself in. Is it tomorrow or yesterday? Days are endless and all the same.