the long man of wilmington is this guy on this hill who carries two sticks or staves or spears or dowsing rods and he tells of solstice and watches over the people. good luck, people.
mis letras a español, de los albumes the cloud (LA NUBE) y my blue tempers (MIS TEMPERAMENTOS AZULES). traducciones por el mismisimo güeivi éliot con ayuda de meli. burning hot coffeea swanmountain sea & desert treepoisonsnowliverrollerlightning songbenidorm todaydark eyesst. catherineella gravitygood morninghimalayablues noirdrugstxtpinstripe trousersmirrorblack sheep moanpequeño huracántrainno feelings + little fish BURNING HOT COFFEE 10:59…
i stalk past broken pines, past stonewall partitions swallowed by moss, past the young oaks of autumn with rust in their leaves, their bodies skewed and contorted, past barrel-chested chestnuts, almost-forgotten giants, their torsos thickset and stocky, their trunks hacked and pruned and farmed continuously for hundreds of years, by long chains of generations, untill…