Oil on the wind from the cold East, Metal in the voices of men with straight backs Stepping off of the train Onto our wincing soil, The valleys hold their breath, Stony throats quiet before the fall of the frontier. Morse code SOS from old-growth fireflies,
Middle West
Middle West
Middle West
Oil on the wind from the cold East, Metal in the voices of men with straight backs Stepping off of the train Onto our wincing soil, The valleys hold their breath, Stony throats quiet before the fall of the frontier. Morse code SOS from old-growth fireflies,