Time will fill the rubbish yards, the hospitals, the funeral yard, but neither time nor I will hold your nineteen-eighty-five Chernobyl heart. -mewithoutYou
Put music to our troubles, and we’ll dance them away. -mewithoutYou, “The Ghost”
The Wind That Shakes the Barley Emerald Road Yours truly on the flute, mucking things up with harmonies.