Ljóð sem ég samdi í frítíma mínum fyrr í sumar þegar ég var á ferðalagi yfir suður Frakkland. Það kallast Nothing Left og er óður til togsteitu feðga um allan heim. Njótið ;Þ One time, down in good old South Dakota I was traveling to Boise, Idaho had some lemon tree seeds stuffed inside my pockets oh the road was long, but nights were even longer. On my way I met a fellow who said he was my father he showed me pictures he'd look at through out Wyoming nights but alas the boy he showed me,...