The Road Taken

It's something to accept - when I'm broke, when I'm sick, when I'm uncertain how far away from normalcy my next detour will take me - that every path leads to regrets, if I allow it to. I don't know how this one is going to turn out.



Four in the morning and the world ends Space bombs and mushroom clouds and holding hands while the stars march to their death I’m left searching for my glasses As you pull away and deteriorate into silence You just smile at me It’s that Can do attitude that’s getting me into trouble Welcome to West … Continue reading Krautrock