Neil spoke of the death of rock and roll
Young and stumbling through his time
The land shook with pain and desperation
Let me gather some consensus as to the climate
The wind feels heavier and stronger
Descending from the clouds are drops of rain
Larger and more powerful than ever before
Trepidation and melted snow cover the earth
Singing with banjos as an extension of our arms and attitudes
Struming life into existence
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Desperate, Bloodthirsty, ect.
