I wish this time would never go away.
THE GIRL WITH NO NAME BY LAWRENCE F FARRAR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 17
She picked up a fallen flower and cupped it in her hands. “Life is so sad,” she said. “Nothing lasts.”
An epic ballad of weariness of the road.
“Pulled into Nazareth, feeling about half past dead/ Just lookin for a place where I can lay my head”—this song, The Weight, by Robbie Robertson as performed by the Band, is an epic ballad of weariness of the road. The road—the long winding road—has been a source of inspiration for many great folk singers, country balladeers, and classic and southern rock troubadours in American music.
PULLED INTO NAZARETH BY WILLIAM BLICK 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 17
We’ll never get out of here.
LOST AND FOUND BY ARMEL DAGORN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 17
The fear couldn’t be ignored or denied any more but all the same not much was said. What could they say? They were lost on trails hardly anyone walked on.