I remember visiting and Max and Trunk were there
I'm pretty sure that Tex was there too
It was a long time ago
but it was kinda later if you get what I mean
like it felt that I had been a long way away before visiting again
coming back
and what up and comes up on the screen but Tom marching down the street
a-pumpin' his arm back and forth holding a sabre or a band leader stick or something
and it felt like a few different worlds were colliding all at once
and Max did an impersonation singing along with the chorus for a moment and laughed
and Tom he just kept a-pumpin' and marchin along

 

 

The story is that there is this bloke who is appearing in people's dreams worldwide.

I haven't spotted him yet but I must say that I am dreaming more now than before...

In one recent dream I was standing near to an explosion but I was somehow shielded from the direct effects of the blast. It had some effect on my body though, as I awoke with my left arm deadened. I couldn't lift it; 'twas as limp as a florida willow. Gradually feeling returned...

Due to the dream blast seeping into the real world? Perhaps.

 

This is the guy

 

As the days draw on he is creeping closer.

That country where it is a fearful and delightful
somnolence to be amputated from life, without
being offered any optimistic propaganda. That
country where it is always leaving us with old
sufferings. A portal to Hell.

Thought I saw a twisted skylight

I read a book about orgone

Reminded me of sitting o­n an old green couch without cushions and the smell of butts in a beer bottle

Or was it a hidden pair of old socks or a jockstrap?

Listening to Eno or LA Woman, Public Image, Jim Kerr or the Horn or Memory Motel. (And later Mutiny in Heaven, Echo and the Bunnymen, The Fall and Love Supreme)

I remember vividly a visit from a couple of fervent lads interested in joining the band and old jackets

Everyone wore jackets in those days

Black op-shop special

And the smell of the Cat Protection Society or the book store

Selling of the same records for a packet of smokes and 5 long necks

7/11 3.00am tortellini in a can and sliced bread for dinner or the ultimate - semi preserved chicken roll

What about Lichelle and her friend?

And Miles and his big bag of green kiff

And not long later the fire

Go back a bit

The party and the fight

Lumps o­n my head and pink guitar and hash pipe gone

I remember Phil with the pills and his Ziggy Stardust affair

And Martin and sculpture and a curry and nose bongs

The old HQ

Now a supermarket

Figures

Them mostly cunts out there

There all cunts out there

Even now a HQ o­nly got limited shelf life

Oh The Children!
They won't be fooled.

An out-of-control politician reveals himself as
something yellowish and hairy. Endowed with the
politics of envy and the rungless ladders of
opportunity, his two headed thoughts leaned at
crazy angles.