everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Sunday, April 5, 2015


"New York City, Old St. Joe, Albuquerque New Mexico
This old rig is humming and rolling and she's doing fine
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line"

-from "Long White Line" by Sturgill Simpson



My '59 Silvertone guitar and my great-great-great
Grandmother's pine blossom coverlet from the 1850s
 
 
 
"Lord knows I've tried to move on
and get you out of my mind
You find your way in to all of my songs"
 
-from "Water in a Well" by Sturgill Simpson
 
 



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