A black horse name Zazy, $100, three maps, a camera, camping fear, a rifle and her Mum's sandwiches, Barbara Kingscote rode away from Mascouche, Quebec, bound f

A novel of technology, terrorism, and hope

These are lyrics that I wrote in my youth, in the 80's and 90's. I was part of the underground scene and travelled all over scandinavia. I wrote lyrics and play