Garwood Valley (78°2′S 164°7′E / 78.033°S 164.117°E / -78.033; 164.117Coordinates: 78°2′S 164°7′E / 78.033°S 164.117°E / -78.033; 164.117) is a valley opening on the coast of Victoria Land, Antarctica, just south of Cape Chocolate. It is largely ice-free, but is occupied near its head by the Garwood Glacier. It was named by Thomas Griffith Taylor of the British Antarctic Expedition, 1910–13, in association with Garwood Glacier.
This article incorporates public domain material from the United States Geological Survey document "Garwood Valley" (content from the Geographic Names Information System).
You were all alone got into this song
Anyway its strung to, it wont't quit
Never mind time, let the good times
Hear my my guitar, chiming and climbing
Finding all the notes that nobody wrote
In all that time, making it my religion
Thinking is rhyming
And click track timing
Finding all the words, that nobody's heard
And in that time, emitting my sweet vision
Overnight sensation, my all night and now a religion
Digging on my sweet vision of overnight religion
Talking and strumming
Swooning and tuning
When you looking sick, I'll alleviate it
Each chord I lay a shape
Make you awake, before you break
Overnight sensation, my all night and now a religion
Digging on my sweet vision of overnight religion
Keep all along
I wrote you this song
For the one's I know made it back
For the friend's I haven't had
For my sisters, brothers moms and dads
They are all my friends in a church beneath my chest
Hanging over me all night, it's alright
I'm digging on my sweet vision of overnight religion
Comes to me like, like