But when you're gone the music goes
I lose my rhythm, lose my soul
sent from my pigliolongù7


But when you're gone the music goes
I lose my rhythm, lose my soul
sent from my pigliolongù7
"The gods that we've made are exactly the gods you'd expect to be made by a species that's about half a chromosome away from being chimpanzee." ~ Christopher Hitchens


Those were the days of bread and butter