Under The Bridge =link= -

The girl walked forward, her boots crunching on the gravel. Gears didn't growl. He simply wagged his tail once, a thumping sound against the dirt. She knelt by a concrete pillar and began to dig a shallow hole with a plastic spade.

We cannot romanticize this space indefinitely. For hundreds of thousands of Americans, to live is not poetic; it is survival. Under the Bridge

: Record yourself singing the different layers of the backing choir from the outro. The girl walked forward, her boots crunching on the gravel