Sta.sh
Chris Letcher, Bad Shepherd.
Stockholm night was leaking light
when your father died.
So you got on a boat,
an old rusty bulker, salt tears in your eyes.
Well that Arctic air's done you no good.
You’ve got a black handgun not made out of wood
(All broken things dream of repair).
His new EP sounds good too. I quite like Harmonium. And Scenes is really good; it's moss on me.
“Chris Letcher crafts songs that sound like dawn: low and creaky, slowly building to a big burst of light.” Rolling Stone
I've always liked dawn.
Dexter fans, check this out. I love it.
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xo!
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Contributor to #Word-Smiths & #TheSimulacrum
Shattered Illusions (a book you can buy that I'm in)
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'Tell no man anything for no man listens'
— Carl Sandburg
'Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.'
— Winston Churchill
#Prosepoetry-Elegance
And...Congratulations!
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Plain talking
Take us so far
Broken down cars
Like strung-out old stars
Plain talking
Served us so well
Travelled through hell
We know how it felt
~Moby
Why thank you!
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'Tell no man anything for no man listens'
— Carl Sandburg
'Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.'
— Winston Churchill
#Prosepoetry-Elegance