keep your head down, child / and keep your flame burning
🎵 “keep your head down, child” by david owens
📍 river dodder, dublin, ie
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keep your head down, child / and keep your flame burning
🎵 “keep your head down, child” by david owens
📍 river dodder, dublin, ie
During the French and Indian War, soldier David Owens deserted the British army and lived as a fugitive among friendly Native Americans of the Delaware and Shawnee tribes.
When the war ended, he thought he would be more readily accepted back in the colonies if he brought some scalps with him -- so he murdered his Indian wife and four of her relatives, all children.
It didn't work, and now both sides hated him. [Calloway, "Neither White Nor Red: White Renegades on the American Indian Frontier."]
Thomas Dolby - Hot Sauce
I
know
it
hurts
sometimes.
The Bridge by David Owens
OWENS, DAVID
David Owens es un galardonado ilustrador y director de arte independiente con sede en el centro de Nueva York. Le encanta hacer un gran trabajo para clientes maravillosos.
https://davidowensillustration.com
Don't you worry about the stars They'll come back out tomorrow Dear, I promise you They'll come back out and shine for you Don't you worry about the rain It never stays too long And we can sit inside Watch the little clouds go by When we were 17 And everything we could be And you'd sneak into My parents house and you You'd tell me that you love me Don't you worry about your friends They come and go like ships on the horizon, love I promise you'll be fine again Don't you worry about the job I've got some money saved For rainy days and we Can go out to the seaside Like when we were 17 And everything we could be And you'd sneak into My parents house and you You'd tell me that you love me Goodnight 💫🌑
My sweet friend. I miss you so much. David Owens. 💖