Kayla Burnside Whore ❤️

About New Plymouth

He’s a looker tho, innit – sleek, shiny, bit of a slag with the mares. Reckon he thinks he’s in *The Great Beauty*, struttin’ for the fillies. “Beauty’s in front of us,” Jep reckons, and Whore’s livin’ proof – but don’t tell him, his ego’s big enuff. Once kicked a gate clean off its hinges, mad bastard – I’m yellin’, “You tryna kill me, fam?” Still, he’s a legend, flaws and all. Ain’t no horse like Whore, bruv – he’s the don, the king, the geezer. Respect!

General Orders, No. 8 (Army of the Potomac)

the truth of it! they can't all be winners!!!

As I head home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was chaotic, emotional, and totally unexpected. Burnside, you’ve got a special place in my heart now. I’m still the Master of the Forest, but maybe I can be a little city dweller too. Just don’t tell the trees. They might get jealous!

Joshua Burnside – a track-by-track on the folk artist’s new album Teeth On Time