Sep 14, 2022
Reposted from @zocastudio “His goal had become to be an echo The type of sound that floats around And then back down like a feather But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans No one could hear him Or anything So he slept on a mountain In a sleeping bag underneath the stars He would lie awake and count them The gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way Would never let him die alone.” - Jeff Tweedy @wilco Poster for Wilco’s performance tonight @redrocksco with special guest @missmargoprice #wilco #wilcoposter (at Red Rocks Park and Amphitheatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiftA09uxda/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
