"Fogged up the windows in my old Chevy
I was willing, but she wasn't ready
So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone
I dropped her off early, but I didn't go home."
The specificity of "grape snow cone" = great songwriting.
"Fogged up the windows in my old Chevy
I was willing, but she wasn't ready
So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone
I dropped her off early, but I didn't go home."
The specificity of "grape snow cone" = great songwriting.
"What is hell? Hell is oneself.
Hell is alone, the other figures in it
Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from
And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.” - T.S. Eliot
"What is hell? Hell is oneself.
Hell is alone, the other figures in it
Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from
And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.” - T.S. Eliot