Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)



‘cos you’re never gonna spend a lonely day here
come and watch your fears fly away
and you’ll never hunger for a greener side than here
gonna wrap you up in cotton wool and save you
and save you
— Lamb, Cotton Wool

(Oooh) What’s the fun in playing it safe?
(Oooh) I think I’d rather misbehave
Our way
— Bitter:Sweet, Dirty Laundry

- by -SPK