Well, if somehow you could pack up your sorrows,
And give them all to me.
You would lose them, I know how to use them,
Give them all to me.
—Richard Farina
Well, if somehow you could pack up your sorrows,
To proclaim Liberty to the captives - Isaiah 61:1. Designed by Joseph Alessio. Available as a print here.
Sarah Morgan
—Hard Times
Sample track from upcoming album, Run to the Window. By Stephen Foster
My home’s across the Smoky Mountains
My home’s across the Smoky Mountains
My home’s across the Smoky Mountains
I’ll never get to see you any more, more, more
I’ll never get to see you any more
—
Traditional
Poster with a space theme - Psalm 33:6
Psalm 96:11
Psalm 100:5
(via chelseasteele)
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
—Gustave Flaubert
(Source: typographicverses, via chelseasteele)
