If I had my time again would it matter in the end?
Swept along the trajectory of least resistance, watching landmarks pass by. Too scared to reach; to take hold. Is it too late to turn round? Is it too late to reach out?
I won’t stand in line for nothing more than a chance to exist in a life of limits.
Black is beautiful. Inside outside. This band is superb. As a huge Sabbath fan I love the low tuned riffs, as well as the hardcore speed moments, short as they are: but it's exactly that which keeps it so damn interesting. Also love the interplays full of sweetness or speeches about black culture and being black within white domination. Still some things to learn. This is the real life in music form. Let's celebrate. Hesperus