The lately bruited hosannahs to a certain pretender to the throne notwithstanding — may peace finally be upon him — there is but one king. She Thinks I Still Care. He'll Have to Go. This is music with human meaning.
Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains
The lately bruited hosannahs to a certain pretender to the throne notwithstanding — may peace finally be upon him — there is but one king. She Thinks I Still Care. He'll Have to Go. This is music with human meaning.