
THE GATES OF HELL
Out here nothing changes,Not in a hurry anyway.You feel the endlessness,Running from the light of day… … Continue reading THE GATES OF HELL
Out here nothing changes,Not in a hurry anyway.You feel the endlessness,Running from the light of day… … Continue reading THE GATES OF HELL
Out where the river broke,The bloodwood and the desert oak.. – Midnight Oil, Beds Are Burning At Roper Bar I … Continue reading CROCODILE COUNTRY