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



Screaming through the starlit sky
Travelling by telephone.
Hey ho, here we go
Ever so high.
— Pink Floyd, Flaming

I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
I rode the road ‘til evening and I laid me down again
All strangers there, no friends to me, ‘til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain
— Déanta, The Lakes Of Pontchartrain