♀ From the wonderous mind of Rory McBee ♀ Words, rhymes and reflections from the poet within. An intimate portrait of mind, body and soul through lyrics, prose and psychography. Warning: you will be touched.
Lonesome, troublesome, this night Cannot be right these rumours of flight For what? I ask. For what? Wonder aloud, wondering around Your sound echoes through reverb chambers, That song. Without now? What's gone wrong? These long nights...
