the dim lights flicker in the old run down saloon.

Train Wreck by m3d1um


#033 - Train Wreck - 2006

It's the 8th which means another month since I said goodbye to booze. This was written at a low point in the days of drinking although earlier than the other stuff. This version is very alt-country. I might throw out a separate vocal for this one later to see if it belongs on "self destructor". We shall see.

Late. Out.