Running on a highway, driving through the county far from mama’s arms you are pilgrim in the flatlands Proud to following a dream, honest like a real sin rebel in the devil’s land loyal to your own steps Everybody gets a place there’s no outsiders motorway preacher gasoline apostle 2000 miles riding away sparking plugs…
Was that girl smiling under the sun or was the smell of the burned gasoline in a highway alone Downtown the park where Mama’s dinner where the lads they used to joke in the old glorious days And every step you could ensure is a reason to be there when you’re going falling down in…
Neon skies above me a highway in the rain the consequences driving me away a gale falling behind us, I’ve ran away of town my hands around her body my luck is gonna change tonight All my sorrow’s ending going with the rain I’m getting over from the ache every step I’ll take it, in…
In the loneliness of the stage. Just in the precise moment when the rest of the band awaits. Just in the right first second when everything is quiet and only an acoustic guitar and your voice are breaking the space, that’s the magic moment. The audience is hopeful. The lights stay on and you’re completely…
Well, it seems that everything is going to run again for the bands after this crazy pandemic time. I’m not totally sure how long it will be possible. News about new lockdowns, lack of supplies all around the world and announcements about certain changes in several countries are sprouting every new day. Discouraging. All this…
