The Real Carson

Trail ride with the Big Boy.

Commonalities

I've mentioned before my brother Robbie, who is an incredible artist. Some of his work is here. He's also an incredible guy.

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Dreams of Honesty

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.

Quest for a Shoulder

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend.
There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic, whistling static,
When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again.

Well i can't believe that my lime tree is dead
I thought it was sleeping
I guess it got fed up with not being fed
And I would be too I need food in my belly and hope that my time isn't soon

So I, try, to understand, what I can't hold in my hand, and where ever we are, home is there too
And if you, could try to find it too, cause this place is overgrown into waxing mood,
Home is wherever we are, if there's love there too.

In the back of our house there's a trail that wont end
We were walking so far that it grew back in,
There's no trail at all, only grass growing tall,
Get out my machette and battle with time once again,
But i'm bout to loose because i'll be damned if time don't win.

Discourse

"There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement"

Tempting

Beer and Cheese

One Eye

Transport

More Peace

Daisy - New Comer

I Need Your Therapy

Fuzzy Leaves

Well Said

A Walk in the City

Fast Sell

Mmmmmm Plums

Red Hot

Cat - The Sixtoed Feral Horse Wrangler

Rain Trails