A Sail
It’s long gone, that carry on from December.
It is no matter, if you remember
mulled paper bagged wine
and too much bedside whiskey.
I will roll my heart up,
I will roll my heart up in my sleeve.
Now it is your line, I know that I wrote it.
If you tell a lie, no one will notice
and of you and I, I was the loudest.
While you stayed quiet, we were surrounded.
It’s long gone our carry on from the winter.
I asked you upstairs
and two we tangled in my hair.
You were never one for chronic chattering,
your heart beat pale,
while I flew my colours,
I flew my colours like a sail.
Now it is your line, I know that I wrote it.
If you tell a lie, no one will notice
and of you and I, I was the loudest.
While you stayed quiet, we were surrounded.
- Lisa Hannigan
jaco rhyme riffin genius fretless freakin froth http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmRlRGlKqko
one for you satch – another flavour of froth
or should that be fretful genius?
Hey thanks simon just sitting plugging away at the keyboard with a bunch of windows, soundtracks and work to do buried in amongst the kaleidoscope. stewing on shearer’s latest missive on swellnet re ‘the reef’. i enjoy his raves but stumbled over some of the sting in the assessment of hynd, who to my mind restores the notion of the aging master at the height of his powers reinventing painting. the future of surfing just keep do’in it ol’ mate
Fuck
succinct, possibly thoughtful, definitely generative
but
not elegant
I think that the female power
Scares me
It scares me
Its power
Bring it on
here’s one for the old guys still biffing in the carpark…
from the late very great Lester B
I just wanna go to sleep, really
yeah,good go to sleep and stop posting rubbish
okay, gavin, I hope you get older and understand