Saturday, July 11, 2009

My caveat is that I absolutely abhor Jack Johnson, the {very} poor man's Ben Harper.

However, this song really takes the words - or attempts to use them while I'm mute - out of my mind regarding the way I feel about my Dad.

Lots of mind weirdness as the Rocket Gibraltar moment looms nearer and nearer. Two weeks, now.


There're still so many things
I want to say to you
But go on
Just go on
We're bound by blood that's moving
From the moment that we start

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