Made by my head
Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.





Saturday, September 24, 2005

 

Music. Dave Couse.

Sitting on a deckchair in the autumn sun. The director's cut of the last sentence will include Pele and a football match against aliens that Pele will single-handedly win.

A bee is there (I'm pointing at a bee) and a tree is there (I'm pointing at a wall to confuse a bee) and on this fine day (I'm running away from a confused bee and looking for a place to hide). That wasn't a tree at all.

Man: Dave Couse.
Former band: A House.

Dave Couse makes most other song writers look as if they sold their ears to Scooby Doo, and he keeps them in an old suitcase because he's afraid.

Website:
http://www.davecouse.com/



He shoots, he scores, he glues himself to a lilac tree. Let's kick him.

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