I left a bunch of zines entitled: The Cavalry Came at the show on Wed., but I left early and forgot to pick them back up as it didn't appear as though any had disappeared earlier in the night. Anyway, I hope at least one person picked one up and read it, or even just looked at the pictures. I spent about $5 on copies, so not to big of a financial loss, but now I have to copy more, or else make a whole brand new one.

My meds do make me sleepy and fat.

the show last night was great. Way to go Electric Organic and Baby Shivers!

I'm sorry I had to leave early. I had to get back to batalling the Bush Gobernment. I would have appreciated a little bit larger croud, but it was nice and cozy the way it was.



William Blake song that I put to music:

MAD SONG

The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.

Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play.

Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe,
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.




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Up on the crest of the world, once more we hurl our challenge to the stars!

Bingo Night In the Jungle

I was reaching the timbre of the sand
And I was reaching with transcendant hand
The shoulder was too thin without and within
i saw you approach with the doll and the pin

Chorus:
A heavy cloud of truth invades
The hands playing with heavy metal blades
An animal eating in an unearthly land
I thought I saw you eating in the garden

But we almost knew what was coming next
And I struggled to make the severed connection
But I felt the pain of the absence of it all
I'm still afraid of the pin and the doll

Chorus

Chorus