I see a man
And he’s waiting
By the pay phone
To make his call
To a girl
Only know this
Cos I asked him
Is she in love?
Is she happy?
Is she overseas doing business?
He doesn’t care
He doesn’t know her
He was randomly calling over
Asking if she’s alive
I mean really alive
Naked soft feet struggle for footing
On the dew-damp grass in the morning
The blades of the machine are already chewing their breakfast
Mouths still hungry, teeth still gnashing
I have a friend
Who's a griffon and an artist
He spends his time
Writing songs
Reading clop fic
No need for the rat race
He doesn’t care
About his hair
Just his sweetie-pie
No need for a headache
We’ll have a laugh
Have a smoke
Discuss his marketability as the last great hope
I’d guess that he’s alive
I just want to sleep but I’m already dreaming
Specters of college kids hang from the ceiling
In the sixth ring of hell you can’t trust nothing
I just want to sleep but I can’t stop burning
The c@, the legend. Compositionally beautiful, a singular vision genuinely thrilling and flourishing in creativity. Whatever prog rockers feel about King Crimson or whatever I think about this band Devi McCallion
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022