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I watched an episode of Tony Wilson’s “So It Goes” on Youtube today. Music show that aired in ’76. Struck me by how human it all was. There was no moral grandstanding, just music and a cheeky sense of humour. They had a bit where they played a bunch of guitar solos. “Riffs on the Run” it was called. Labelled A to E, they asked the audience to list their favourite three on a postcard and mail it in. “Don’t forget to attach a stamp” reminds the host. I’m from the age where instant communication is an everyday thing. Anyone can just get their phone out and instantly rate their favourit

What's love but a chemical reaction What's beauty but a response to the same Swimming through oceans of electrons Drowning in emotions that purport to make you sane What's life but an excuse to copulate The passing of acid from sender to receiver From the victim of one little death to the next All suffering at the hands of distant unbelievers If someone told you our waking day to day Would infer it's meaning from anguish You'd ask what's the point of it all Who'd want an eternity to languish But we don't choose the hand we're dealt Any more than the electrical impulse that's felt Atoms colliding with each escaping breath Expending heat unt

An addict without substance, Rag doll in a hurricane, I question how I see the world. I wonder if I'm sane. Audio up too loud, And I can't turn it down, Can't look away, Mind keeps turning... Round and round like a merry go round, Forever going over the same old ground, I want to get off but I find myself bound, Destined to oscillate up and down. Illusion of progress through time and space, Witness obsession, just in case, Clear my head with rounds of lead, Only means of escape in this place. I thought slowing down would help, But all it's done is confound, The writing on the wall, While gears keep churning... Round and round like a merr

So it's been a while. And rightfully so. I always talk shit when I start writing these things. Try to get my thoughts in order. What would I like to talk about... What can't I stop thinking about... What's been keeping me up at night. I wish I had complete and utter freedom but I don't. I must maintain my caginess because I've failed to maintain confidentiality. I see them look me back in the eye when I'm up there. Listening to my every word. I don't want jokes in return. I want a return to a simpler time. Carelessness and fun. It irks me that things have changed. And I don't believe them when they tell me why. It's not that simple. I

On I race, To see your face, Under a smokey sunrise. Air thick with death, Kisses my lips dry, Fog as high as the birds fly. No more I roam, I'm coming home, With flowers I picked to wake you, No time to waste, Little else to do, But to be where my love is true. And when you're gone, I'll miss you and more, Until you walk back through that door.