infinity blues

og Ryan Adams gir ut bok, kanskje poesi, kanskje noe annet, i følge NME.

There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them I love them I need their love
There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun
The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory

Martha Wainwright factory

flamme forlag spør om det gode liv

bruduljer og balanse