Oh, then if you die fearin' God And painfully employed No, you will not go to Heaven You'll go to Champaign, Illinois
--Old 97's
Had to escape from Desolation Row, place was getting too damn moody. Marked the occasion with some photos, edited a few that put me in the mind of moods. Just don't ask which ones.
Yippee, skippy, watch out for that ricochet! We got a kinder, gentler machine gun hand for the tourists on remand.
'Can I get a side of existential crisis with that drum solo?' What's so fair about an art fair anyways?
When they hayride starts getting horror movie vibes. Deja voodoo if you've seen the movie too.
Plane crash haze lingers over a city in a daze. Railyard in the distance had a front row seat to the nightmare this town's still trying to process.
Right now, I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row
--Robert Zimmerman