stutter when read aloud

i wanna be like that

scary cliffs in ireland felt like an earth's edge spiked with razor. katie jane garside singing aLONGSIDE stella vine...

excentral tempest

holy shit i am totally blown away by this woman... was reeling the whole way home. beautiful, passionate, positive. want more. excited to hear her band too. spread the word.

top7

1. dude ranch nurse-sonic youth
2. aladdin sane-bowie
3.all of the fragile-NIN
4. moonlight sonata-beethoven
5. deflect-leila
6. like a drug-desert sessions
7. pharoah -miles davis

6 policemen and 2 civilians were killed

get into the groove

bitchy bully brazen bully crazy, but its never too late. drizzle leads to a furnace, a stuffy shed full of yellow light. eyes swollen from last night. breathe has sunken, remind machinery to continue without concentrating too much. all ears, all ears waiting for a minutes silence. all tired, all tired, waiting for that minute's silence. swing violent, swing strong, swing until we dont get along. drizzle leads to fire and the fire burns. fire turns me into ashes and sends me home.
her eyes of steel lure me into the next twenty years. get into the groove. get into the box. the remains in your march paycheck.

dance

and a new collab with chrx. it reminded me of a fruit salad at first.

Peggy Holder

so bitchy
i could have sworn him in
taken his sword collection
and given her attention
but i had to grieve and and listen to her problems
all the while mine burned in my chest
and i leant more to the right, and thought i was right
but probably self righteous.
totally snapped but avoided an issue close to my bones
easily turned to the avoided if you can t see over your shoulder
pay notice to america's sensation or watch the ends of hair
i close the front door, picture the scene as it was before
and the pathway, the one im trying to escape
fighting gravity and sipping water cooler, greeting the old man again
hearing conversations and losing patience
too bored to talk, too predictable
for last night the whole world froze over, and thawed again
while i watched in birdseye view - the cars going round the track
but woke to alarm call and a whole new day
in a place where grey population had gone away

and when's that party?

(six days)
i know her from photographs, in my mind she's a flat image. thats all she'll ever be
the day was dimming. the tears in his eyes were invisible to me...
so i left on an effortless train
hours of talk and the sun heads down
the conversations held by yourself, you sad old man
the bright lights of the city only burn for so long
a woman in her own right, still pushed around

i thought of bland ben, and his
'my dad says thats just the way it is'
and pictured him at the desk still
and again outside park end

then i thought of bernie - in a frog jumper drinking IPA
he could be dead now, and maybe junkie graham too
i thought of mad matt, burnt to a crisp
and skinny patsy proclaiming lambing season
and appleton starting fights
and googles in paranoid drive

remember gerry, his putrid smell
and the boy who dipped crisps in blackcurrent squash.
ray his eyes piercing in apathetic air
perverted eddie, now dead and buried
the man with the sack of drugs waiting
and the red fox at the train station.

ticker tape for my BPM
it beats a little faster
im definitely off the baseline
its just a matter of time

if you want money
you will have money
if you want a house
you will have a house
if you want a car
you will have a car
if you want to die
you will die