Though it may blister my proceeding as I forever've risen from every spec of caught g'ist disintegrated to remains or not, you've bean visited by the righteous blinding pride of Scotland, baby. Auspicion and beauty will burst into your life like a blood tsunami
Holy shit, do you do anything else or just make everyone uncomfortable? FYI i want some Diablo sauce with my order Ben. Uncomfortable, socially nonsensical, Bigfoot is angry? Where we going bud? Fucking yikes
Thank you for making this song! It's inspired me to play and sing again, after more than a decade of quiet trauma response. Thank you! I love singing this as much as I love watching and listening to you! Excellent medicine! Thank you Man!
Listen to this song almost every day and notice I've never left a comment. Love you, Ben. Wherever you are, whatever you're up too, I hope your light shines bright still. Gods Blessing.
AMO Maracatu! Junto às baterias de escola de samba e aos bois de Parintins como as três percussões que considero mais vibrantes e contagiantes no Brasil!❤
watched an owen gray video in my high school years and im grateful it brought me to this beautiful song that ive played over and over for the past 7 years
This is deep,.. very meaningful. Heart and soul are on his sleeve, and i love that about this. Now I've gotta go back down to the river, wash off the filth
I went down to the river Blowing out onto the sea On my way to the ocean Let the spirit swallow me I got low down in the water I let the current guide my bones I got nine kinds of trouble I'm just trying to find my way home Over 20 some years of living And a thousand wasted days I have loved a lot of women Many times I've gone wrong ways And I came down to the water For a dip to cleanse my soul They keep tellin' me that I'm just a babe But baby, why do I feel so old? This is the verge of a breakthrough It's a fine line that cannot be bent And I felt like a river ran dry But I don't know where all the rainwater went And I believe we were all dead or dying But I see different in the blue light There is no such thing as a dawn or dusk It's daylight until it is night You gotta fight through the dimming You gotta run into the west You gotta rage against the dying of the light Live for the moment that's left You gotta fight against your demons You gotta run into the west You gotta rage against the dying of the light Live for the moment that's left 'Cause there is no such thing as a dying man We're alive 'til the moment we're dead And a drowning man is just a living man Who hasn't run out of his last bit of breath I went down to the river Blowing out onto the sea On my way to the ocean Let the spirit swallow me I got low down in the water I let the current guide my bones I got nine kinds of trouble I'm just trying to find my way home Find my way home Find my way home Find my way home
