OPUS AND BLUES

We played them

Rhythm Things

not us who will speak

Falling Death

Ghost And Son

wild and always wanted to get out, furious and always making a scene .. here we come, there we battle .. body, heart and a dagger! ! !
prism of a media, there are shadows without actually .. just nostalgia reality

lay limp stiff and blue, just stare at each step against the heat of passion.
I’m tired of all that tract, tired and always moaning without any definite fairness.
always did not change from morning till nightfall, and all happened like stimulation!!!

BB From Edi Acw ! ! !

opus blues experience

Bandidos Brother

OPUS AND BLUES

Fine Folk

Love and Lust

Impulsive Asthma