Monday, January 01, 2007

No Glot ... C'lom Friday

I hate to see the evening sun go down
Show you something
I hate to see the evening sun go down
You got the sickness?
You is coming right wouldn't you?
Copulation precincts the
Galaxies sniggered
Dinner of dead languages
Come alive screaming
See the Cut-Up Kid never returns
In life in death nuclear winds
Of St Louis and Johnny's
So long at the fair

Compass of cold stars
We landed Lake Huron 1920s
The subway swept past
Black blast of iron
Over the hills and far away
Old Bill Smiled


Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

and god bless old bill. makes sense.


11:21 AM  
Blogger St Anthony said...

Second that ...

1:03 PM  
Blogger Turk said...

The Priest!!

just goes to prove even on the net an unintentional 'cut up' has linked me here, i'm searching for the VU acetate and noticed you were lucky to have 'got it'

Would you be able to spare a little time n drop it into my drop box?


Yep Aural Virus is from WSB n yep its him in the 'icon' :)

7:15 AM  
Blogger St Anthony said...

Only wish I had got my sweaty little mits on them ... anyone heard them?

1:24 PM  

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