post2000
back when each tape and vinyl had a favourite side so fluent in self-doubt, yet stammering in love slender and lonely pine trees in an olive grove we brought forth such a radiant flurry of light and it had been a case of blind love at first sight oh irony, you fit like a fingerless glove I sit and count the waves that lap against the cove where now dwell those who rove to set the world alight did loving-kindness break the curse of eldritch rings? and did our punk-rock hobbits help the haughty elves? was it a muffled scream that stirred the voice who sings? perhaps. it's only foam that meets the hand that delves content that we still linger in the shape of things whom did we vanquish? none - not even our own selves