Missoula, Montana in March.
The Drive-By Truckers at the Targhee Music Festival in 2012
Mostly reblogging things. And stuff. It is an adventure.
Another new song. Check it out.
New Song. Just guitar and vocals now. I think it will change quite a bit once a full band sound goes into it.
Another new song. Just guitar and vocals now. Let me know what you think.
New Song. Let me know what you think. It still might change a bit.
There is not enough grit in the world.
Your words are hollow and glistening.
I want to see the worms work their way
through the earth of you. Rotten,
with trampled flowers and scraped knees,
speak to me with gravel in your voice
with nothing but truth pouring forth.
I want to taste the whiskey on your breath
from the other side of town
I want to hear your heart racing
and feel your feet pound the paths
of longing and need to do, create, be.
Won’t you grip the ground and scream
at the night sky? I want you
to hate me. Or to love me.
Somedays I want both
because I don’t know
how to feel about myself.
But you are so beautifully,
Unapologetically You. With
Every wisp of peach fuzz
on your upper lip.
Every inch of your thighs,
rubbing together suggestively,
Every ounce of energy
and each clever insult
I stumble, and then fall
headfirst into love with you.