I am now playing these songs with the Sinking Ships. We are Kat Kunz on bass/sax, Professor Ray Gun on drums and myself Gordon Bell on piano and voice. A proper spiffy website should be in place around Christmas and we're hitting the road to air the songs good and proper! Hope to see you soon.
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It's astonishly exhausting being a singer songwriter, someone needs to wake me up and spin me round my living room to blow the cobwebs off my dusty soul lest I slip away into oblivion unknown, unfound. I was looking for nothing but found everything and it left me alone, sitting here with a small cup of coffee considering the situation. I put all these thoughts down on paper using a vintage typewriter. It clacked and hammered through the night until my neighbours appeared at the door with a kitchen knife. I think perhaps I should cut hair and prune roses. Music can only lead to trouble. However anyone thought it might bring peace, I do not know. Ha, now there was a fellow who irony escaped from. Infact irony mugged him for his wallet, took his banking card, tortured his pin number out of him and emptied his bank account of his life savings leaving him alone, poor but somehow free. Maybe music frees us, that is it. But peace, no. Havering is something I'm good at. But then so is procrastination. I'll become a havering procrastinator and maybe sings songs about that.
Ohhh, the weather! A foggy tree with wet brown leaves!!! Fie! But all is well in the surreal world of Ms. Rayne A wrinkly mirror reflecting her face Reminds her of a tiring night Little chocolate hands leaving their trace Streaky windows in the sunlight...
am donnerstag, 18 juni (also morgen!) steigt die sause, und zwar an der gerlodtrasse, hinter dem freitagtower. nette beschallung aus grossen boxen. eintritt ist nach hartholzschem dogma wie immer gratis
weil’s ja n donnerstag ist geht’s scho ab 17h 30 los, damit n nahtloser übergang vom büro aufs festgelände möglich ist, und der schale kaffe gegen ein kühles bierchen ausgetauscht werden kann. da gibt’s auch lecker würstchen sowie sonstige kleinigkeiten
Oh yeah, I'd heard Song for the Broken Hearted and White Collar Slave on this here myspace profile and they sound pretty good but the CD sounds amazing. Incredible fidelity. I think I can tell how much beard you've got, on a few tracks. And I can smell the coffee in the kitchen. It smells good. I'd like a cup.
You don't know the meaning of procrastination. Get your pasty butt out to California and I'll show you the true ways of procrastination. Study by my side and you'll never get anything done ever again.
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