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Written during a trip to that godforsaken stankin mold hole. I drove thru the Gorge at noon and couldn’t see a damn thing for the fog. Perfected night after night sitting in Mark Kramer’s hot tub. |
CD: Wasted and Wet
Credits: Written by Michael Biggs Produced by Bob Spector |
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Out on the limits of the sane periphery the Mogollon range blocks Arizona from ever corrupting New Mexico. We drove hours on a one way dirt road to the ghost town of Mogollon way up on the rim. Far more frightening than a ghost town is three or four old trucks and the smell of cooking wafting from somewhere. The town is wedged into a narrow pass, cool in the |
CD: Wasted and Wet
Credits: Written by Michael Biggs |
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