Music for the terminally broken hearted

[stilltrucking]

[silent woman]

Mother to Son ...
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now— langston hughes

Daughter to Mother
Off, Off, Eely Tentacle!
Studying Aurelia Plath

[stilltrucking]

musicians are like gods to me
so much power over me

[still.trucking]