festive doesn't even begin to describe it.

Somos mujeres de magia negra.

Témanos. comeremos su alma.

Streets Are Making em Hard

we take a little fabulous with us everywhere we go

catching flies

why is my mouth always open?

thank you for coming on such short notice

5-18-2007. cannery ballroom. nashville. tennessee. we broke the sound barrier.

It’s always dangerous when everybody’s sleeping

white as ghosts

spring fever sassafrASS.

The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine

Solid Gold

Speak to us, send us a sign

"Speak to me, the language of love, the language of violence, the language of the heart..."

the caboose to sassy town