We wait for buses…
Where little winged creatures spin the tales of all that sings…we will be found in the…
Songs for the darkened corners of your smile and heart…the places you hide your secrets, and your sweet, sly tendencies.
In the songs for the epic wailing of the sirens heart ache and the jaded aftermath that is the object of her affections.
In the songs for the magic that goes unnoticed in all that is around us.
In the songs for your tapping toes, your beating heart, your swaying hips and your rib cage’s precious fruit.
August 9th 9:30pm Lanalous 362 Powell st.