I'm going home • The hand you reach out is empty, as mine is • I'm not a good person • We were young once • Run from what's comfortable • Take me by the hand and lead me through this disaster • Make total destroy • We don't get tired, we get even • The club hits of today will be the show tunes of tomorrow • A glorious shipwreck
Oh to be Master Attendant, walking home one fine cloudless afternoon. Up the path from the gate, the sound of music distracts your journey to the front door.
Under the shade of the nearby trees, you see Spaghetti plucking and strumming away at a well-loved guitar, accompanying the voice of Surströmming as she sings clear and lilting like spring water. There's a group of Food Souls scattered about, listening in or otherwise in their own worlds.
Then the notes of a violin harmonizes with the vocals and the riffs, Blue Cheese wordlessly offering to make the music fuller. There's a chuckle, somewhere, before one of the younger Food Souls run up with the wind chime they took from the eaves, dotting the impromptu arrangement with a faint 'ting!'
Other voices join in, trying to follow the lyrics to the song. Some are decent, some fail, some are off-key but the music continues on.
There's laughter layered with the sweet euphony, they haven't yet noticed you. It all feels surreal, like something out of a storybook. An outsider looking in on a memory being written and yet you can't help smiling at the scenery.
I’m actually so mad that accidentally knocking a packing tape dispenser against my knuckle gave me chronic joint pain triggered by repeated or intensive bending of the joint. It’s just very annoying to have permanent joint damage from an incredibly minor injury that just happened to be in the wrong place
Black Spartacus Heart Attack Machine • The Dogs Of Tijuana • It Begins Tonight • Save The Hammer For The Man • The Fifth Horseman Of The Apocalypse • Speak And Make Lightning • Facing Mount Kenya • The Whirlwind • Stray Bullets • Branding Iron • World Wide Rebel Songs • God Help Us All • Union Town
this is from a project i did last year with Hannah Fredsgaard-Jones. we wrote songs about craigslist adverts. i always liked this one about the dead bird.