Mooch

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Ian Skelly - I See You
Enemymine - Dent Everything
Pond - Young Splendor
Karate - Cherry Coke
New Model Army - Family

I know I need to stay
least a thousand miles away from your smile

Could still herd the sound
The unconscious not lost
On a lost cause here or not.

And then it's, but why, need to
get up to Mona's again
get up to Mona's again.
It's always wrong

but I do it again

I'm Only Sleeping (Beatles) - Cow Hampshire Folk

in the creaky reeds

Contrarian acoustagrarian swagger, only as what grows here now is feed only for the terrorweather quasar field and matrices now. the storms of storms, the heat down below and from on high, literally burned up the atmosphere, did a real number on their planet. the only one of its kind, as far as they knew. the one and only
Earth ever known. alone there in the universe. Hi!

hovel and hole

so they migrated north from Lowell hovel and hole
there was no shame in that,

your long nose, her pointy toes
all shovel and heel and stocking
of lonely warnings' sound,

hale shoes headed wary,
a wondering loners.
day full of

scenes
in a bar

Keg

Do you feel that something was an impossibly long time ago;
or that it was just today?

Beyond radiant self-stalking image beyond sun
stalking lunatics of fleetest coast, Caroline's on another plane entirely;

And so it was of eons and eons of euphonic up-and-down throughout
all the history and decades and millennia of men and women

unknown forever. Unknown to any testimonial
conciousness of now, but how?

Known only to Earth and God
Known only to Earth and God
Known only to Earth and God

Simple Simon

in a scare

I fell back down to
the donkey dong saloon
more than 3 years gone
of off twenty years' booze

I was in a scare.
Was I a scary dream?
Got to keep up the scare.
Got to keep pressing.

Fallen along again in December
at the side of your shed
beneath your side bed window box
unkempt, unsteady i fed

Got to keep up the scare.
Got to keep pressing.
I was in a scare.
Was I a scary dream?

Too long here inside
the shade and barren
meadows of concrete
have I ambled, frothed

and gambled my cubic
feet in gangway queued
up to the slewed
frequencies of the wastrel

and the world undone,
the undersigned divine
and to the collapse of time
and of the human kind

And to forever in rubble, avalanche
the ancient dinosaurs' yen
lanced in, yon the ants'
acendance hummin' in

Like the terrible tune
of the psycho au pair,
hummed by a rube
in some distant ruin

chorus