Happy-hearted in war.
Zion-ward trajectory.
Mine hope.
Mine solace.
Treacherous evasion of those samaritan hills.
Equally posited as ankle-shattering caravanned ways
Faith-demanding byways.
One day I know I'll feel home again.
Hills.
Composite awful.
Packed earth of awe-ful.
Mine oscillation of wandering attitude, likewise foot.
Mine destruction and Your design.
Becoming Ours.
Undulating sanctification.
A drop in the bucket of extending circles.
The pilgrimage of a professional plodder.

Who's Feeling Young Now?

Motionless Rocks is to Rolling Stones as Slap Sisters is to Punch Brothers

It's the best party juice you'll ever drink. So slurp it up you thirsty people. It's some Punch Brothers tunage, code for my hapless promotion of someone with whom I'm musically enamored.

Praise just sounds better in french, doesn't it: "L’ensemble acoustique éblouit – la virtuosité sauvage utilisé pour autre chose que la virtuosité gratuity"

Don't speak french?