Thursday, 9 June 2011

It's a pillow soft for my neck

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'I'm going South
To feed the animals
I'm going South
Become elephantine'
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Sometimes, just sometimes, it has to be this short and simple (not to mention sweet?). It's etched into a multi-coloured finer detail, just like the 'sharpened tusks' that Patrick mentions in his piano-driven words; the inviting sign hanging perilously above you, triggering a welcome memory from a life you had done your very best to forget and put down to, well, 'experience'. And, for the likes of us, the memory will obviously relate to a person, a place and, most importantly, a song... and what follows, as you step out from under that swinging trumpeting shadow, is a chorus sung out loudly and with much gusto, to all passing strangers, as you make your way down the road smiling to anyone and everything
that catches your leaking eyes.
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Kitchens of Distinction - 'Elephantiny' (2.44)
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Give thanks to the magic, shimmering and all, located in that Platonic cave, on the moon (and I still WANT that shirt off Julian's back, quite literally).
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