Down All The Days. (Taken with Instagram)
The streets are cracked And there’s glass everywhere And a baby stares out With motherless eyes Under long gone beauty On fields of war Trapped in lament To the poet’s core Oh where oh where will I be Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds (Taken with Instagram)
Should have got the gig bag. (Taken with Instagram at Wizard Electroland)
It depends how you’re wired when the nights on fire under the westway. (Taken with Instagram)
Had a lovely afternoon with @kinfolkmag. Thanks for the reading materials! (Taken with Instagram at Barbs House)
