Yeah, people used to write songs like these. People sang em too. I used to know these songs. Sometimes when it’s late and all you can hear is the snow falling off the trees and the sound of your own boots you have to break the silence. I know that seems obvious, but it’s important how you break the silence, otherwise you’re just asking for trouble.
In sophomoric religious debates someone is always going to bring up Pascal and his wager; cheap mysticism to the cynic, cynicism to the moon eyed. But, you know, what about the other side of pascals coin? What if there is some really shitty malevolent thing out there knocking snow off the trees and you sing it the wrong song? Or not.
You know. Anyhow if you find yourself walking a blue highway with nobody on it in the dead of winter, consider one of these. Or, you know, Homeward bound, or, perhaps, something from this millennium, but I can’t guarantee that’ll work, besides there probably isn’t anything out there, right?
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