R.I.P. Chris Whitley

Chris Whitley R.I.P.Summer is lost now, the frost is closing in
To the cold Gospel dollar the poor man walks in sin
I can’t get no entrance, the doors all in rows
I pray into the distance, let me outta these heavy clothes

“Like the feather we blow away, in the thoughtlessness of words others say.” Trixie Whitley

Rest in Peace, Chris

22. November 2005 | Publiziert im slidetone.blog 

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  1. Stefan am 11. Januar 2007 12:58 am

    There’s a dirt floor underneath here
    To receive us when changes fail
    May this shovel loose your trouble
    Let them fall away

Na, dann mal los!





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