Partly about the wars in the Middle East, partly about a dream I had when I was 8, partly about all sorts of random other stuff.

Bit of a stompy one, this.

In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove. Lyrics I can feel the wind blow Lean into that winding road Setting Sun against my skin Shift into that high gear Get…