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



Trippin’ down that old Hippie Highway
Got to thinkin’ ‘bout you again
Wonderin’ how it really was for you
And how it happened in the end
But I guess I’ll never know the truth
If you were really all alone
— Neil Young, Roger And Out


Lots of love just keep it comin’
Making something out of nothin’
These are the best that I
I don’t know how to say
— Red Hot Chili Peppers, Death Of A Martian