post2015– |
defi2009–2013 |
belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
each morning i come in peace with one final kiss looking for you castle in the mist Bakery Square dreaming of you airport black and white It must have been a dozen years since we last spoke. Trudging down the street. one more day my guitar hands what a night. Why did they need both the Atlantic and the Pacific? as this morning's light the king