To Each Their Own Till We Go Home

I heard “Turtles All The Way Down” by Sturgil Simpson again this morning. Even if country music hadn’t died under a corporate bootheel and now lives only vegetable existence thanks to twangy, second-rate pop singers, this would still be a kind of perfection.


TURTLES ALL THE WAY DOWNI've seen Jesus play with flames in a lake of fire that I was standing in Met the devil in Seattle and spent 9 months inside the lions’ den Met Buddha yet another time and he showed me a glowing light within But I s...