I’m not convinced of the existence of these things that don’t exist. By Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrists. By a loving or a vengeful God or one who condescends. Who’ll wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men. Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky like a dream catcher distracting from the fact you’re gonna die.
But I place one foot before the other, confident because I know that everything we are right now is everything that was. That Wat Tyler, Woody Guthrie, Dostoevsky and Davy Jones are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones. And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand.
We are remembered
Frank Turner One Foot Before The Other
This song you guys. I haven’t been able to stop listening to this song for days now.