deep or low, temperature set to explode,
never stop until it's gold, through the fire through the cold,
over mountains down the road, cities come and cities go,
movin' individuals.
Well if you seen us then you know we ain't tryin' to be no one,
we just dirty headed kids from the city of the sun,
and I wish that we could stay but it's time for us to shine,
if your friends are friends of love then your friends are friends of mine...
If you come to be yourself original let it shine.
If all your friends are friends of love then they're all friends of mine.
~Dirty Heads "Shine"
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Northern Mexico Desert, 2010 Road Trip, Photo by Jeremy Bell |
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