Here’s to the old you

If you feel inspired to use the new year to reset or make changes, that’s great

and yet

the old you have survived every terrible day, every hard thing, every awful circumstance thrown at you and that is worth celebrating

Bad things happen to good people

this is the funky geezer

He lost his home to a hurricane

words to the music

When the flow wind’s blow And the call out your name And the morning rise and the sky once again Just a word for the wise A bitter cold will you feel as they bury your heart up on broken heart hill And there’s a broken heart on everyone And there’s a broken heart on every man When a heart once broken it ain’t the same I’ll need you in broken heart land When the sky runs red from the lives that you saved And your heart on the ground lying dead Just a word for the wise A bitter cold will you feel as they bury your heart up on broken heart hill Oh you made love you and you failed And you made me dig my own grave on broken heart hill And there’s a broken heart on everyone And there’s a broken heart on every man When a heart once broken it ain’t the same I’ll need you in broken heart land

I’ll need you in broken heart land

Tosses the bones on the sacred plate

Men in jeans built this nation

men in suits are destroying the country

Tribes will soon become necessary for those who want to preserve a way of life

that runs counter to the world. Find your people now

Make sure your tribe doesn’t just consist of dead weight with a lot of ideals.

Ideals don’t feed or protect your family.

Not sure what this is all about, thinking she could hurt me

I’d okay with it

Always did like Angel eyes