A change in style ought to explain the hiatus.
But it is New Years Eve.
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It was some kind of Christmas. 2012 a hell of a year.
I can see the beast majestic in the old desert storm
and I look upon my own hands,
remembering how I stood on the hilltop awaiting the revolution.
I approach the dust storm with my speed increasing,
as it widens over the first spring dune.
There is no divine solution.
No. There is only the divine.
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And once they said rock and roll was dead. Try and kill an attitude, a spirit born when America was born. It lives.
This was supposed to be our final year. Yet on this day, even Chuck Berry still lives. We are all alive.
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Eat Life. Never stop moving. Never stop seeing. Feel. And “when in doubt…fuck.”
2013 sings, Welcome home.
