Monday, February 22, 2010
Ernest Gonzales...
Dancing In The Snow is ridiculously good. Chekit - especially YOU. http://hypem.com/track/1045083/Ernest+Gonzales+-++Dancing+In+The+Snow
Friday, February 19, 2010
Record Label
Bodhi (Sanskrit: बोधि) is both a Pāli and Sanskrit word traditionally translated as "enlightenment", but frequently (and more accurately) translated as "awakening" or "to Know".
-Wikipedia
Oh, and by the way - check out my tunes online. Video action.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Don't give a FUCK about your status...
If you haven't seen it yet - here's my new promo page... The fucker won't fit into the blog itself, so here's the link. If you wanna repost, see me for the html and you can pasteroo.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/Tornjeantragedy/pressfeb10.jpg
Much love everyone,
-Dano
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/Tornjeantragedy/pressfeb10.jpg
Much love everyone,
-Dano
Grasstock Way
This little town's blood runs hot,
With all the soul that it's got.
Whatever it is that you been told,
Ain't a story, yer just gettin' old...
Head on down to Grasstock Way,
Feelin' like some beers today.
Maybe some green, maybe not,
Don't look like much but it's a lot.
Hey... Ho...
Start a fire out in the snow,
(Cause you) Know someone else' got nowhere to go.
Taste the fresh air o' the spring,
This hidden place's got everything...
Dunrobin-town is the place,
Where I take off the mask I call my face.
In the trees and fields we call our own,
It's the one place we're really home...
By the waterfall we'll smoke that joint,
And laugh all day till we've missed the point.
And later on when the coyotes call,
We'll call right back and confuse 'em all...
So call us up you'll find us quick,
And lay yer feet down on the brick.
It's time now c'mon out here,
Have a seat and crack a beer.
With all the soul that it's got.
Whatever it is that you been told,
Ain't a story, yer just gettin' old...
Head on down to Grasstock Way,
Feelin' like some beers today.
Maybe some green, maybe not,
Don't look like much but it's a lot.
Hey... Ho...
Start a fire out in the snow,
(Cause you) Know someone else' got nowhere to go.
Taste the fresh air o' the spring,
This hidden place's got everything...
Dunrobin-town is the place,
Where I take off the mask I call my face.
In the trees and fields we call our own,
It's the one place we're really home...
By the waterfall we'll smoke that joint,
And laugh all day till we've missed the point.
And later on when the coyotes call,
We'll call right back and confuse 'em all...
So call us up you'll find us quick,
And lay yer feet down on the brick.
It's time now c'mon out here,
Have a seat and crack a beer.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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