This song basically sounds like I'm a cowboy in the old west and I'm eating beans at a campfire and **** with my hombres, and some guy we've never met has a geetar and it's all good, then I realize that he's playing some other ****, and I'm not even at a campfire, I'm not a cowboy, I'm all alone, and reality may or may not be a thing. Holy ****.
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Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien
There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
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