Christmas Winchester
10 hours ago
"The Longer I Run"
When my blood runs warm with the warm red wine
I miss the life that I left behind
But when I hear the sound of the blackbirds cry
I know I left in the nick of time
Well this road I'm on's gonna turn to sand
And leave me lost in a far off land
So let me ride the wind til I don't look back
Forget the life that I almost had
If I wander til I die
May I know who's hand I'm in
If my home I'll never find
And let me live again
The longer I run
Then the less that I find
Sellin my soul for a nickel and dime
Breakin my heart to keep singing these rhymes
And losin again
The longer I run
Then the less that I find
Sellin my soul for a nickel and dime
Breakin my heart to keep singing these rhymes
And losin again
Tell my brother please not to look for me
I ain't the man that I used to be
But if my savior comes could you let him know
I've gone away for to save my soul
If I wander til I die
May I know who's hand I'm in
If my home I'll never find
And let me live again
The longer I run
Then the less that I find
Sellin my soul for a nickel and dime
Breakin my heart to keep singing these rhymes
And losin again
The longer I run
Then the less that I find
Sellin my soul for a nickel and dime
Breakin my heart to keep singing these rhymes
And losin again
Losing again
The longer I run
I'm losing again
Losing again
Yeast produces different flavours according to the density of sugars with which it is required to work. At this gravity it creates a beer with a complexity of gently pear-like fruitiness and dryish, nutty maltiness. The hop bitterness in the finish is relatively restrained.
The honorable Tillerman has commented with a link to the reply, posted on his blog, by the owner of the Capri 25, Mark Hammett. Well worth clicking over to get the full story. Let me state that I try to keep my editorial content from being too snarky. My regular readers know that my best sea stories are about my screw-ups.