Hanging from the beam,
Slowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on your green,
Shenandoah!
The cut is on the crown
(Lo, John Brown),
And the stabs shall heal no more.
“The way I make a film it’s sorta like how I make a record. That’s the way I wanna do it; I wanna do it impulsively and I wanna do it at my own pace, which is fast.”