shopping monday morning with the elderly and unemployed
they bumble around this amputated town
the pharoah promised salvation after the plagues
but this desert is bare, no fruit can grow here
brownlee, brownlee. so much to answer for
did you see my street on tv3 the tear-jerking tragedy
the scattered remains are unlikely to change
i would leave here but i guess it's more complex than it sounds
there's a few things around that are tying me down
Deep, mind-bending psych. I don't know how it was put together, but it feels very organic, like early Nurse With Wound. I could see Gordon, Dilloway, and Nace sitting among a pile of junk and miles of tape, splicing together this album piece by piece. Levrikon