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


ThoughtNo Anarchaia tomorrow, I’m going to the Oktoberfest.

Crowds of people standing everywhere
‘Cross the street I’m at this laugh affair
And here they always play my songs
And me, I wonder if it’s…
— Love, Maybe The People Would Be The Times Or Between Clark And Hilldale


Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she’d shop and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
— The Hollies, Bus Stop