[Norma J]

I'm listening to the Drones. Give 'em a listen sometime, Crypto.

I lived in the country where the dead wood aches
In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes
Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day
I went down to the seaside and it was light and easy
But it was salt in my wounds man I won't ever be free
Though alone on a beach getting drunk ain't a bad way to be