Sep 192014
 

sundown

 

 

Just thought I’d sum up the day with stink’n Sundowns and Neil Young.

 

the numbers in my sundown

 

 

zip sky

 

 

saturation savy

 

 

a brass knucle sunset

 

 

saturation pacifica

 

 

Neil Young   THE PAINTER FROM FROM PRAIRIE WIND

 

Stills Young Band   LONG MAY YOU RUN

 

 

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