|—||Immortal Technique, “The Poverty of Philosophy” (via eb-n-flo)|
The Gaslight Anthem - “I’da Called You Woody, Joe”
And I never got to tell him so I just wrote it down
I wrapped a couple chords around it and I let it come out
When the walls of my bedroom trembled around me
This ramshackle voice over attack of a blues beat
And a girl, on the excitement gang
And this was the sound of the very last gang in town
As heard by my wild young heart like directions on a cold dark night
Sayin’, “Let it out, let it out, let it out
You’re doin’ all right.”
And I’d carry these songs like a comfort wherever I go.
Favourite line of my favourite song.
The Great Escape (1963)
Willie Nelson & Waylon Jennings