Yo Tommy G!! Thems some serious parodypiddlydiddles that kid's got going on (2nd video). Youch! Also - the first clip sounded great alongside 'Diamond Suicide' which I didn't realise was on. Hmm. x
Hey there Mr. Tommy G, how are you sweeetheart? hope everything is treating you well, I hear you..ve been doing a little practice with my Mr. Plummer...terribly good news, hope you..re both having fun and working hard....miss you all very much, Brazil is great but not quite what I expected and I am sad to be away from all of you lovelies in London...speak soon..x
Ah ha geezer! Hope ya well dude - looking forward to making noise again on sat wiv ya...looks like we may be on around 8.30...but then again it could still be 9.30?!?! Should be a kit there so ya lucky! Speak soon dude,
Tommy!!!!
You are a true Artist!!:)
nOW EVERYONES eyes have turned green in my world.
Look after our little baby grand and strawberries well :)
Much Love
B x
The music on your page is quite delicious, and you know Mr Jenkins? No one has expressed my feelings towards Bromley quite as eloquently as he.
Miss R. x
In this land of lather leather,
the harshest voice comes from
those who stick together -
shifted though not revealed.
It's a matter of relogation,
didn't you know?
Confused heads spin down
a slippery juice plate
to a tankard of bare hagfish dreams.
And see seam splitting and the peeling of hide,
compounded soot tears and the peeling inside.
It's a fashion of abrasion,
oh such a clean operation.
Good bye. Bye, bye.
Bye. Bye, bye.
Throughout the land of lather leather,
seldom shock solitude,
shows on people's faces, waning,
sifted by it's cog wheel.
Kiosk's coin the fear and break wash.
Conical flask tanks: recharge, muck out and smut up,
on under growth of gauzlin web stuck stick.
Come see seam splitting and peeling of hide, and some
outstanding soot tears and peeling inside.
A robe fashioned from abrasion.
Hold still boy, it's a quick operation.
Good bye. Bye, bye.
Bye. Bye, bye.
for she has the whole world to see,
not content resting in company
to sleep downwards i go.
as she rides the clouds and captures imagery,
on the ground i can hear her breathe
at a distance she goes.
she drags up a place once was, full of ticks, flies, dirt, love wasps. and smiles inverted
she goes.
and vanishes flown to where i have been
losing sight of what i have seen.
quietly and most patiently,
i must go.
the name haunts me.
letters signalling the direction i should go.
to sleep, downwards i go.
to lie on the ground and hear her breathe from a distance, i go.
and with smiles from the woman i love
im dragged back up awake
i go.
and it vanishes. takes flight as my eyes
take sight of where i have been.
i must go.
what do you think? memory lane turns people all colours. in the caverns there are people and in the people there's a cavern of invidious thrum. caught me off guard while ruining. one hand to the earth, one to senoir goombah. let's stand.
This is a flyer for a charity gig that I've been organizing. I'm going to be in the house band that will back all the fantastic artists that are kindly giving up their time for this event.
Please, please come if you can! It should be a really great night, and it's for a very good cause!!
Incase it does sell out, it might be worth booking in advance!?
This is a flyer for a charity gig that I've been organizing. I'm going to be in the house band that will back all the fantastic artists that are kindly giving up their time for this event.
Please, please come if you can! It should be a really great night, and it's for a very good cause!!
Incase it does sell out, it might be worth booking in advance!?
In this land of lather leather -
The harshest voice comes from those who stick together.
Shifted though not revealed,
it's a matter of relogation,
Didn't you know?
Confused heads spin down a slippery juice plate,
to a tankard of bare Hagfish dreams.
They see seam splitting and the peeling of hide,
compounded soot tears and the peeling inside.
It's a fashion of abrasion,
oh, such a clean operation.
annals.adrift. life between decks.
prison work think fit design.
no man of talk breaking a living.
cutlass. slung. victor. plate.
and the first time i kissed her i shivered.
slow.
the second time, trembled.
bones.
the third time i tasted liver.
cold.
the forth and last time liver pewl.
mewled.
and so we'll be spent like threepenny fairytales,
giving the world and extra push.
the future is bright
the future is blood orange red.
