My five year old son: dancing a jig at the bottom of my bed
My long, long lost sister: at the bottom of my bed
My trade union leader and all of his friends: dancing a jig underneath my own bed
Dancing a jig underneath my own bed
(clamouring)
What have we got?
A box for the dirt and filth
(nothing's happening)
What do we need?
Water's that are calm and still
Coming back through the fence
These lands are foreign to me
Siphoning through the lens
In this land I am a foreign body
In the shadow of hubris
The soil has gone to seed
No thing is new to us
Keep the name alive!
We're all forced to breed
20 JPB an hour. His body so toxic the worms would not dissolve his corpse. Words whispered in the consummation box are now told over the hum of glasses.
Gotta find work - re-calibrate
See how the other half live
Unwed and untitled
Walking in between the lines of the wind
supported by 4 fans who also own “unwed / untitled”
Junk Drawer lead the pack, swerving into unsettling territory - I love this band's sheer unpredictability. I remember their gig at Output where they followed an excellent set by The Bonk. These guys are the cat's pyjamas! Ursula's Crow
supported by 4 fans who also own “unwed / untitled”
The Mary Wallopers are one of the finests bands from the actual Irish folk scene. Playing traditional tunes with great talent and a sophisticated sense of humor ;)
I hope to be able to see them live, on a stage or on a session as soon as possible ! mael_true_x