Tethered in wide open spaces
And fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin’ up your fences with my
Horses runnin’ wild
Only broken horses know to run
On repeat.
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by Patrick Rhone
Tethered in wide open spaces
And fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin’ up your fences with my
Horses runnin’ wild
Only broken horses know to run
On repeat.
On heavy rotation… Wet Leg – Chaise Longue
Great bass playing is so often overlooked. As is this band.
Beatrix’s choir class is working on this song right now. She’s been singing it around the house. Lovely tune. Though, she say’s it’s a bit morbid. Just wait until she finds out about Ring Around The Rosie.
Hell I’m gonna be me
Gonna be free
Walking on moonbeams
And staring out to sea
Walks up to counter: “Excuse me but I was wondering if we could delay the flight a bit longer… Yes, seriously.”
I wish I was on yonder hill
’tis there I’d sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
‘S go dté tú a mhúirnín, slán.