e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Jim Rushton
e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Jim Rushton
maybe she's fun to talk to
I wouldn't know
On the bus it occurred to me
your face is like a bruise in my heart.
How Much I Love Life, How Much I Deny Life
the language led you on in those days
because of snowshoes and naive destiny
The blood surges below.
What surfaces can't walk.
you and me
two Canadian blues artists
who can't sing
