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The Great Obliterator
Still holding the reins of resistance – uncomplicated, disturbed, ruleless, the Great Obliterator, on flower decorated hobnail boots; walks the last hundred, perfumed miles, unchallenged and unchannelled. Biff, the comic-book character, arouses anxiety only in those who……
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Klaxtown Races (Old man song)
We caught an extravagant bus from Wyoming to Minnesota on the morning of the 10th of June as a ridiculous sun toppled the ancient Aztec buildings of Klaxton Town in a clear mist. How hypocritical were the Geesha girls, standing by the the rubbish bins waiting for the solid Dustmen to come marching out…
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piano improv over guitar C mix down .wav by lieghonsea on SoundCloud
http://soundcloud.com/lieghonsea/piano-improv-over-guitar-c-mix
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Lizards.
Zinc figures emerge from cradle-rocking mist. They are bluffing, of course. There are no back-up plans rolled up in their back pockets, no call-out plans, no recitals blandly reclining in an unobtrusive manner in their back pockets. No, cash in hand, they delightfully extricate themselves from the mist. Oh, how they smile and cough out…
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he harmless wanderers
The harmless wanderers reverberate and lose no sleep over the smallest pebbles of their dreams. The harmless wanderers have no plans or remorse or cold, gemstone privacy to protect. They let loose 48 rounds of pyschodelic, loose-cannon-fodder into the muddy, smoggy world, as they cavort surrepticiously down the mine-shaft streets of no-return, rainbow coloured shopping-bags…
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The Corpuscles hope in their teacup Wilderness.
The cold clipped dawn forever notifies itself of coming futures, futures dressed in shredded plastc and straw Boater hats. a hyroglyph exploding in slow motion from the horizon, horizon, larger and larger. a walking hyroglyph – with hope and a jolly smile.
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The Crops are all in
The crops are all in, the red iron has rusted. l’m taking a bus across the barron hill road. l’m Iooking for love – none to be found – its the individual who suffers, in vain – the overall picture is numb, no feelings – just a haughty, know-it-all vision, expressing itself in huge flourishes…
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Dear everyone the last few blogs were a bit of an experiment – I got a bit lost and mixed up – I think the quality dropped a bit ..
Dear everyone: the last few blogs were a bit of an experiment – I got a bit lost and mixed up – I think the quality dropped a bit … sorry about that – worrying about money – just got off plane – probably should have gone to sleep instead of lying in bed experimenting…
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Now comes a dawn crammed full of birdsong
Now comes a dawn crammed full of birdsong – of riches beyond imagining. Cloth-eared – running – scared, monumental in the grey dawn’s cloth-eared light, transandental yet inconsequential, it rotates endlessly, effortlessly, stupidly, towards tomorrow.
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calling out all around the world.
calling out all around the world are you ready for a brand new beat the flames down – the crystalized, unquenchable flames of intelligent questions and hiding behind gosprey’s wings and launching a pattern at the sun and tickling the coy fish in the park and, above all, explaining everything.
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 