sunday mass: the black keys, magic potion

blame it on the weather, all i want to hear is the blues; i have visions of dancing at 3 am in dark, desolate bars to howling lullabies.  like the song, ” the flame,” off of this older album by the keys: “greater men have made it here only to turn back, so cut me loose if you want or tighten up the slack…”

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