Brody Dalle - Diploid Love

Amounted haven
allows slippery neglect
open for dinner

You are dressed in dreams
snakes writhing in my rib cage
red lips dipped in blonde

Voice thick and caustic
bring us to your underworld
harness my fuck you

Pump your red iron -
grind finite portions of flesh,
make the magnet weak

Fresh cake or lemon
between afternoon and night
a voice in dry death

Four plus four plus four
I'm glad about the banging
sure I'm sure, sure sure

What happens when you
throw up in the street in a
small place like this is

A smack on the cheek
Leopard carpet room flushed red
platinum vision

Your voice is so nice
bursting vaginal ladies
let me in your lemon

Emphatic out pour
red flash, bold zap, full of re-
verb, signifying nothing

Commence boom, boom, tap
wishy - waz ways I wass
bang,band, tap : finish

Laugh it up, chuckles-
enjoy the byline while it
lasts. You'll get no cash

Lushy slushy songs, no clapping
school work left no time for napping
haiku sometimes rhyme, like rapping

Running late to club
punk rock beats greet my entrance
relaxing B side

Melody dream on
dreams drone on into nightmares
nightmare melodies

Guitars, bass, and drums -
mom and dad don't understand,
teenage angst is so ....

With fists to the air
lean your back against strangers
it's time to let go

Sylvan Esso - Sylvan Esso

Partisan Records/
Knitting Factory Records

 air above
sound sound I can listen
and that's all I want

All transitory
the whole atmosphere in flux
windshield waking dream

Pitch dark blinding night
so quiet after a storm
walking without sight

Tiny big voices
it's a gentle dance party
dreamy open space

If Portishead and
Esthero and maybe Cat
Power had a child

Margot and the Nuclear So and So's - Buzzard

Sounding like summer
Sounding like summers gone by
Night air and good friends

Vocals lead the tune
Daylilies and Rhubarb leaf
Guitars and Rhythm

Dreamy summer day
Too bad everyone will die
I'd just like to stay.

Paul Simon's dark twin
Turning up the morphine drip
It's not cynical.

That beat driving on
Punk rock with adult problems
Acid business trip.

Flask and bandanna
Photo albums of the west
an armchair thinker

We're just having fun
Sunset... late summer weather
Not a worry here

Dengue Fever - Venus on Earth

Lost in Los Angels,
"Charlie don't surf", melody -
Khmer rock, baby!

Hold open the door
his necklace you out
your family sleeps

See the road, broken
towards the the pool halls promise
coins and empty sex

Salt and vinegar
cambodian sultriness
swaying in hotels

Maybe we're all hipsters
or we're zombie mannequins
either way, we're friends

All over the map
party girl parker posey
missing my lover

Silk the throat ascend
sauntering palm leaf flutter
shim sham the crooner

Ticking projector
flashes colors on the wall
A vintage palette

Liquor over ice
glass sweating silver all day
sunset sinking haze

Hotel bar blackout
what was the last true thing you said?
say you've forgotten

Thin voice, singing reed
Dusty smell of sunbleached drapes
elbows wear down sill

Whirly nancy crash
add it to your lexicon
summon moving light

Candy Claws - Ceres & Calypso in The Deep Time

Haze of distortion
words lost in a cluttered ear
still I strain to hear

Pinwheel horns crashing
advancing sound miasma
take no prisoners

Well deep and wishing
fall in dreamland entangled
as Alice felt once

Summer's first sun burn
will make the skin hot to touch
yet heats most the mind

Snow on the T.V.
conversations I can't hear
Extinct dinosaurs

Buried underground
twelve polyphonic fossils
dig the Demeter

Nymphomaniac,
for 65 million years
I've listened to you

For this frightened waltz
I offer ancient lyrics
from dinosaur bones

Oh mountain - SHARP! GERSH!
New PLAAAAANG! slow feel CRASH SQUEEEEEE Oh....
BELT - UNG <pop-wah....>

Poppy Ackroyd - Escapement

Denovali Records

A beam of sunlight
Through a pool of cool water
Emerge and renew


A dark quiet room
Echoes of a concert hall
Ivory Violin


please kill me to this,
and with swift strikes remind me
the beauty of life

A mile of metal
extraordinarily made
just to resonate



From my memory;
Pieces to resemble a whole.
Nearer to complete.


Saw your mom today,
She likes the way I move it
your dad is jealous

Tap, Tap clickaty
Clack! Wonderous Melody
Heart thump thumping way


I'm under water,
But without needing a breath
Magnificent Calm

A false bottom hope
Brings me back to a dark dream
Yet hope I must chase


There are pianos
(love may very well all be lost)
And there are cellos

I am listening
to her writing down her dream
Flip the record now.

Preteen Zenith - Rubble guts and BB eye

Good Record Recordings

My only weapon-
a tongue that turns in water
somersault through time

Really far out man,
you on some kind of spaceship?
or is it just drugs?

Play the recorder,
not just manipulation.
You lie to yourself

Perfect new goosebumps
tuck me under more layers
fuzzy warm and pleased

A spook in the air
the landscape looks so bizarre
lullaby playground

The infinite loop
a melodic symphony
nightmares turn to smiles

At the crest... true peace
and then a rapid decent
Crash! And you are whole

A Giant Dog - Fight

Tic Tac Totally Records

Red neon light burns
ooh, motorcycle summer
so sweaty, so right

Your songs are so good
I believe I knew before
the tambourine shook

Soon, winter will die
If we light up a stage, will
you play in Vermont?

sound like this melts ice.
Sweat on my breast through spandex
Cool 85 degrees

wonderful spring time
you convinced me its coming...
in the dead of march

The Front Bottoms - Talon of the Hawk

Bar None Records 

Like the time you read

tearfully and honesty

was quickly suspect

Jamming on eighth notes

remembering early days

beer in the basement

N.J.P.P TATS

skate park benches at the shore

40 from the city

What do you get when

you cross a front porch with a 

scared bunny and sluts?

You seem to like knives

modern talons for humans

bottom of something

There is surely noise

in my brain I reject you

my soul does also

Knife in my rib cage

washed up on a topless beach

salt stings, they smile

Is this that band that

wrote that first MTV song?

Dead radio stars

A balloon voyage

it's a mercurial route

through time, come to now 

Cult of Youth - Cult of Youth

Sacred Bones Records


Tribal pirates chant
at pagan Gods in hopes that
fire doesn't come again

Rhythms in the dark
lead me deeper underground
to witness worms dance

Fiddle. Flute. Lazers.
in the apartment upstairs
folk singer next door

He is ground to dust
repenting under the moon
drums meet broken arms

An opera set
that has nothing to do with
Rusted Root at all

Sacred Bones is a
perfect name for a label
that has a purpose

Horen, wissen sie
es meine Bruder straBe
wir singen, tanzen
(listen, you know
it was my brothers street
we sing, dance)

Downtown right on first
board that rusty time machine
cherry blossom curl

Another pint please
make a river of it all
to become pirates

draw all of your swords
draw all the blood from this life
make an effigy

Sallie Ford and the Sound Outside - Untamed Beast

oooOOh! ouH! ouH! ouH! ouH!
dramas like this for decades
ooouh! woouH! woouH! woooH! ouH!
(softer now)



It makes sense to me
first time I heard about you
I was at the bar

It's the sound of sand
crossed clang and stomping sex beat
Yum, but what is it?



unruly I weep
crooning hopping wild flight
madly smashing life


Vintage soul on mic
Pack of smokes rolled in my sleeve
Surfing on reverb


the ice-cream will melt.
onto my breast as I stand
sweet sway, hip thrust dance.

Kelley Stoltz - Double Exposure

 

Third Man Records

Melody and beat

sway and tap and bop along
stepping at a pace.

A combination?
True West Coast optimism
Dabbles with dark pop

Vinyl Records play
New Sounds to good friends
In a closed shop

Shuffling rhythms
arch over murmuring talk
pause, then another

 Laid back disco ball
Spin around the room, reflect
Dancing in my chair

Unwind or Windup
Groove open as a seashell
Pressed lightly to ear

Heart light head bobbing
Record grooves carries sunshine
Sand in the speakers

That voice shakes and shrinks
Sink a rubber band sundial
It's violet drop

Your high pelican
Swelling to swollen pitches
Fix the hiss inside

I won't assail this
pleasantries can be construct
or just pretty nice

Post modern art hangs
How sullen shadow; go left
sea glass is still sand

A calculator
calculate it in decent
and live in BOOBHELL "80084377"

Forever Screen Stare
static consuming the day
Livingroom sun gone

Summer time hand claps
harmonies for our cold hearts
let's go to the beach

Kimchee taco man
you can visit me whenevs
Kelley fucking stoltz

I bet your drummer
Wishes they had curly hair
to tickle the skin

Destroy this Place - Destroy this Place

Bellyache Records

Michigan Garage
Riffing guitars, smashing drums
cruising the highway

Took out your nose ring
and yet the tang of metal
haunts each hammered chord

Once the needle drops
the groove can be relentless
keep your blurred past close

I wore my earmuffs
to the loudest rock concert
Fuzz fuzz muffle crunch

Fighters of foo foo
remember their forefathers
and honor their sounds

Lose your pretension
old friends getting their Grohl on
with fun power PoP!

Hot Lunch - Hot Lunch

Tee Pee Records

Long hair, dirty shoes
Always sit alone in the
Cafeteria

With effervescence,
a rock turns into water
inside SellOphane

Di I hear truth here?
A cry with out conviction?
Mom didn't pick this

Motherfuck your meat
Absolute sister of grind
Hey! Meatball psycho

Distorted Bass tones
Progressive stoner release
Listen with headphones

Dirty Bar lunch hall
I'm there with my lunch lady
I'll have the noodles
(Alternate ending:
Buffet style for me)

Tera Melos - X'ed Out

Sargent House Records

Sonic Petting Zoo

sounds repeat through caged parrots

some creatures unknown

the hidden power?

partial star eclipse honed sharp

finger prick daydream

flashback to the past

stoned in my teenage bedroom

future leaves a doubt

when the median

rises above the moonlight

oceans bottom kiss

it's towards the sky

but lumbers in dim-lit bars

who will last the night?

our sex was contained

fifteen heat in New York City

bipolar I swallowed

a steel balloon floats

unfamiliar buoyancy

but it will maintain

upon inspection,

within every curve ball

one can't find the love

Father Yod and the Source Family - Thought Adjusters

We are all winners
brothers and sisters of God
it's a rebirth purge

Pentatonic beans
hash smoke fog over the bay
bloodshot eyes of God

Forgetting ourselves
why are we still wearing clothes?
my name is now "wind"

All the light is us
we are light, as morning's birth
all the light is us

Through the prism now
we are one, not divided
fear shall dissipate

The apples center
holds the universal chi
sorry Yod, not you

A new religion,
similar to mayonnaise,
how do I join?

How many Jesi
how many universes
apples are the world

False ending false hope
we are strong in our beliefs
whatever they are

Boaz? Who are you
are they special or only you?
the father. The sons
One Yod

I have to confess
I'm carrying your baby
the moon stars and son

Irrevocably
simplistic good intentions
perhaps, same old shit

Calloused vocal chords
scraping universal dust
but no, not really

Flute lusts for woodblock
woodblock ravishes guitar
bass, drum, and voice weep

Heloise and the Savoir Faire - Diamond Dust

This Romance makes me
knock down all candles and dance
around the fire

Beats need to hold weight
the synths cannot hold themselves
tightly to the right

Wasabi glitter
a fabulous flash of heat
senses lit ablaze

The bubbles go pop!
Floating inside an assumed
Vampire rhythm

A void has been cleared
the new vogue is in our hearts
thumping magenta

My pelvis is hot
pressed in the interior
you're inside with me

Your candy voice licks
my dull heart surfaces through
and I dive in it

Sparkling happy
a fluttering firefly
Boom Boom Heloise

Pink pixel raindrops
tongue on the midi keyboard
dystopia dance

Glow demon shimmies
angelic vixen struts
wing open thigh wide

Tokyo. Munich
Paris,New York, L.A., Rome
Berlin, London, here

You will command us
under the influence of
$20 drinks

We still hear these songs
several years later when
we wear silver suits

Sounds a lot like what
I used to listen to in
the nineteen eighties..

Minus the Macbook,
plus some literary nods,
minus autotune

Elmo Williams and Hezekiah Early - American Made

Big Legal Mess Records 

It's a dive in here

and the sun will be up soon

lets hop that next train

roll the drums on through

make it whats made history

smoke them tunes for good

one two three four one

announce proclaim major chuff

two three four one two 

fives and sevens tough

for bone pleasing four four time

I'll tap out each beat

march march heel stomp march

make yourself a regular 

moving drum hand kiss

harmonica crows

down upon the rolling train

a storm approaches 

hot summer "fuck you"

volume, we turn up like fleas

and your momma too

I'mma get on it

push a pig through prison bars

sweaty like beer can 

Its a swamp party

humid night, beer bottles sweat

three girls on your mind 

Cemeteries - The Wilderness

Slow motion dreaming
From the bedroom to the depths
Underwater sight

Asleep on the shore
The waves sing me lullabies
Nature's brilliant dream

If we never throw
off the mantle of snow, will
your voice still echo?

A million- mile stare
A memory of driving
Snow cold as it melts

I love the organ,
It's a cold weather album,
easy hip-no-teek

Floating on my back
Ocean is drifting away
The moon rides the tide

November twilight
Soft bones turn and crumble slow
Cold ear on the ground

Following others
Path is like entering a
dark room without light

The first have sparkled
Underneath higher plucking vows
Scratched clean from old hope

Fabrication poems
Programs movement
Jangle of love songs
Remembrance things past
Boundary
Life
Death
Gateway, Cemetery

Dark side of whose moon?
seems to be a calling out loud
Loop the blue eyes, boy

Chat instant muted
Drowned by the white ascension
of your sounds of trees

Comfort in letting
the periphery blur by
knowing heart is true

Instruments weaved up
tight like an orange blanket
napping through winter

The Resonars - That Evil Drone

Yell through dryer lint
Shake hard a can full of bells
Thumping heart break free

Shimmering guitars
Play themes from bygone sitcoms
Could have fooled me

Bright sounds of Britain
The Invasion come again
By way of Cali.

Telecaster waves
surfing my inspirations
pulling my heartstrings

Melodic tin crash
Can you really feel so good?
Old wave still crashing.

Polished new penny
the twinge already minted
still bright in my teeth.

Twisted Ringo smile
Have another smoke then we'll
dance through Caldor's

Inquisitive wave
riding a Davies tidal
straight out the garage

New aqua toaster
90 dollar Sears 6 string
ready to jangle

Roc Marciano - Reloaded

Roc Marciano

"Reloaded"

7/24/13

Brush fire beats blaze

Life intrigue like maze

In the haze don't fade

Their skrilla his skill

Snare drum hits like crackle POP

slow ride that don't stop

Sticky buds are packed

flick the lighter take a hit

dream rhyme all the time

A foggy back beat

A microphone stands alone

In a smoke filled room

Thunder and blue sky

Collision happens I'm here

cool. sexy Wednesday

I've been here since six

and I'm too far out the door

I've just got to go

All night production

Beats sweet as cantaloupe

and dark as my dreams

Two seconds of light

the difference between pure

cocaine and false hope

Two seconds of sound

is the difference between 

gunshot and target

It's an easy ride 

Head on the pillow and light

Just one or plenty

Smooth like aged whiskey

Fresh like a dirty mouthed boy

Swimming in champagne

Hotdog Hamburger

Your voice is scratching my itch

beats soothe it all out

Words sliced into sound

Tracks melancholy, lucid

Thinking hard as life 

Foxygen - We are the 21st Century Ambassadors of Peace and Magic

Bare on the pavement
Vulnerable without care
It never gets old

It echoes in me
We clap hands inside my heart
but I can't reach it

Have a Summer play
Heat makes the voice hazy, warm
Glockenspiel sure, yes

These undertow beats
Glossed dark as rain-wet asphalt
Sweet stupor of youth

Sun glint aqua car
Chrome shiny as carelessness
Lead foot my birthright

Bend those strings sideways
If you start to fall over
Will yourself sober

Woke up on the beach
must have been here two days
but the landscape changed

Xylophone 60's
Raymond Carver smokes in that
old haunted arcade

Deep breath take in sound
see influence ghost holds you
I will hold you too

Ramming Speed - Doomed to Destroy, Destined to Die

Band- Ramming Speed

Album- Doomed to Destroy, Destined to Die

On the hoarse back bones

The guitar strings masturbate

On low primal voice

Denim bikini

Punch kick bend thrash pool party

End on summer jams 

The toll of the bell

We raise clenched fists of fire

crack skulls for fun

The threshold's collapse

Guitar solo juggernaut

Paraplegic doom

Jaeger belch in heat

This basement stinks so fully

Life is death round here

College, yeah right mom

bankside fire, bar stage at night

World burns in bar chords

A surprise attack

Blood curdling instantly

Blasting furious

Attempt to clanch fist,

Release the screams of demons

Then ring your throat out 

You just say the word

and I swear I will do it 

Get me a gas can

Pine needle pistols

Smashing toilets at the zoo.

Sirens signal war.

Practicing knife tricks

Is a fuck-ups vocation.

Buck-up and drop out. 

Hot lithium melt

They cut out my jugular

and broke all my hopes

World wind of true pain

Need more fuel for the fury

Leave your kids at home

Skeletal fingers

Brutal, wincing animal 

Metalic darkness

Southern Cookin' - Self-titled

Southern Cookin'
Self-titled
Polydor Records, 1979
June 21, 2013


Blow it off your back
hear that beat my golden lady?
It's never enough.

Pocket the beat in
out fade out pain syncopate
Creamy brass, next song

Like the time you found
a dime and the ice cream
left your tongue wanting

I'm backseat in an
El Dorado, and kissing
disco in my bed.

I. A slap bass tackles
a scuffle between rivals
football reference

II. Blast to last the night
right full is the way of funk
breath deep funky bro

Chocolate magic
I caught the fever with you
Be gentle, I'm young

Funky train starting
Yes, everything is disco
Feelin' good in here

It's one of those days
a bikini top bake off
Ham casserole done.

Sweaty sweaty sweat
The heat keeps fluctuating
Oh, polyester

The rhythm section
Grooves smooth enough to be oiled
Funky time capsule.

What good are words now?
let me become tangled in
your velvet g-string.

It's been a shit week
A honey dipped rendezvous
licked my insides smooth

When you wrote these songs
in 1979
I was three years old

The Caring Babies- 7" Gold Friends

The Caring Babies
7" Gold Friends
The Case of the Missing Records + Robot Octopus + Zombie Teddy Bear Records
June 14, 2013

I wish I could ride
A colorful rainbow song
As close as it gets

A care bear just knit
Polyester sweater suit
Gargamel screams FUN!

Kittens <3 skeeball!
Arcade carpet bubblegum
A child's lost shoe

The last day of school!
Speeding bikes, candy + FUN
Is my summer jam

Casio jingle
Nice friends singing together
Am I charmed or not?

Love and time will blur
the difference between my
ice cream and sorbet

Sweet Apple - Wish you could stay (a little longer)

Sweet Apple
7" Wish you could stay (a little longer)
Outer Battery Records

6/14/13

Better Than Ezra
Flip it over, then blank stare
Not my cup of tea

Over the ocean
I think this needs another
Electro remix

Nineteen Ninety-Four
Summer College radio
Shocking B - side switch

1998
Song is on the radio
I'm feeling car sick

Here goes caution, man
Up her skirt too slow in my
hazy high school car

I could not stay here
Goblin king came and got me
Drop the crystal ball

Oblivians - Desperation

Artist: Oblivians

Album: Desperation

Label: In the Red Records 

6/11/13

Dance so fucking hard

Gonna tear this place down

Rip shit glorious 

Glare lights on the drunks

Drums clean under guitar haze

Beats hard as picked bones

Long day working hard

Clean off the grease and plug in

Time to rock the bar

Your friends show up late

Its not for them anyways

Its your time now

Bareback hauling kegs

Body's packed atomically

Pools of bottle sweat

Teeth clamp, hips wiggle

Somebody call the police

Rock and roll sexy

In a grunge bar

Tight shirts and double whiskeys

Sweaty, drunk, gritty

Dirt on leather skin

Denim fringe curtains open

The sun kissed salt lick 

You leave the front porch

No shower, Memphis summer

Bloodhound for cold beer

Move like a panther

To the back of the barroom

For everyone's girl 

Then, a tambourine

Sacrificed a casio

To feed rock and roll

In all garages

An amp has collected dust

The battle begins 

Winter's been long, but

The summer car is ready

Let's kiss and let go

Loudness button on!

We're doing youth a favor

By turning it up!

Send me your hustle 

Surf my body crying game

Growl your divine 

Golden bedroom light

Buried deep in dirty clothes

The phone is ringing 

At the laundromat

The devil was in her eyes

And set it aflame 

Obvi obvi oh

Shake your ass to the bathtub

The first thing came out 

Greaser says fuck it

Guitar blast beehives all night

Sing if I want to

Skip from '55

to '77 to 

Now let's do it

Trash can trampoline

Escaping and on the run

Fire on your heels

Inject my body 

With caffeine amphetamine 

There is no way down 

Muggs - Full tilt, Live at The Cadieux Cafe, Detroit

Muggs
"Full tilt, Live at The Cadieux Cafe, Detroit"
5/21/13

thrown back some place good

but my daddy don't live here

falling in full tilt

keep rockin' your knee

the floor is close on Cadieux

past midnight, drive home

the beast is awake 

shake out your long dusty hair

denim armor on

distort my Tuesday

pants low, is this... Saturday?

the week will listen

get up! get it on!

smoked the perfect bowl of weed

rainbow flatulence

feather bowled over

this is not just a three-piece

Detroit Rock 'n' Roll

John Bonham-esque drums

I hear the Motor City

V-8 drive, drive, drive

your gun slung so low

solo, like pregnant bomb threats

neverending joints

ominous riffs be-

trayed by grins of bro party

fucking kill it man

gonna tear the roof

off this Knights of Columbus

till that barmaid's hot

I've had my tongue in 

safe and polite all work week

fucking riff me off

got home late tonight

found coyote at my door

oh how the fear grows

Freddie Gibbs - Str8 Killa

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Freddie Gibbs

"Str8 Killa"

I drove by Gary

Detroit the one to send me

You made b-beats there

Hot day, drink early

Representin’ in summer

This is our soundtrack

No bullshit party

Gary Indiana beats

Mutha fuckin gold

Rolling my first blunt

In my boys warren basement

Midwest youth summer

Tongues like yo-yos

Spin string weak I hold on

Ear muscles hear you

I find the word “bitch”

GROSSLY undersused (nigga)

Get your shit straight son

Swaying to the bass

We listen to life stories

We share our stories

Curb-burnt sixty-nine

Rollin’ headfirst down on me

Thug infinity

Paper bag handle

On my springtime ghetto wine

Let it loose vandal

Purling Hiss - Water on Mars

Purling Hiss
"Water on Mars"
5/14/13

Dogma you seem good

but your rigid grooves emerge

on space planet mars

Grunge the night away

I want to get up and dance

Feedback to my soul

A shoe grinds the dirt

can I get a hit of that?

the smoke brings me back

Sounds Float in from a 

City Rust Art Space Show

Buzzed in Burnt out home

bowlsmoke skatefuzz isle 

and there's no bridge to it man

get there by gliding

only go out when 

I got my raw eyes on, and

they don't say a thing

memories made new.

music leads to center ear.

water on fire.

Riff my subconscious

like Freddie Kruger quaaludes

to kill me in dreams

Chelsea Wolfe - Apokalypsis

Chelsea Wolfe
"Apokalypsis"
4/31/13

The whispering wind

A voice that travels between

An elephant walks

Luckiness, peach, plum

Picture me swimming with tales

Lions like kittens

Take me by surprise

White Witch! Your thunder is low

stop waking me up

Elegant death bird

Just like I had heard you'd be

Fuck me like morphine

At first it's scary

but if it's like when I dream

I can learn from this

Ethereal voice

vibrates my inner ear drum

and then someone looms

Dictionary please

Drums are the interpreter

letters, trident, pi

thought it was the End.

thought of Jim riding the snake.

its the beginning.

Bury me deep down

Each beat further underground

I'm alive and well

Kathulu come now.

Wet make's want into my head.

Moon stalker send water.

The Chambermaids - Down in the Berries

The Chambermaids

"Down in the Berries"

4/16/13

No, you see so much.

Pussycat Dolls, you may have been that

No, it doesn't really matter

In a midwest town 

I am a midwestern 

and the sky is blue

Vocals intertwine

The bass and drums run ahead

Dance with the guitar

sexual tension

finds it's childhood home in the 

dust on a snare drum

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS

I LOVE THIS FUCKING RECORD

(thanks for making it)

this is what could be

if Thurston and the two kims

made a music kid

short shirt with fringe

fringed dancers that hang on

to see fringed noise

bass bop head stock snare

too controlled too controlled now

cuts fingers cuts lights

By water, by air

We should not go home that way

Alley's are fun too!

When I first met you

you led me down those dark stairs 

to that cellar door