“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Friday, May 22, 2015
Rock Noir
History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.
2 comments:
diggin the 50's vibe!!!
Some pretty snazzy guitar licks in there! Hi Angel!
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