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, July 29, 2006


Music. The Answer.

Looking at paintings, enfading into the evening. I found the word 'enfading' on the outside of my head and I took it inside.

Can I have this centipede? The wedding's off. I found that library book I was looking for. Stories about eyeballs or stories for eyeballs or a pointy thing I stood on and that's the story. I forget the bit about my eyeballs. People all over town are walking away into the slow slow night with their purple words and their green green heads of home, it's good to touch. I read that in the library book.

Band: The Answer.

The Answer are from Downpatrick in Northern Ireland. They're a rock band and they're better than being better than a leopard at the sort of things leopards do. Most other bands are only better than a leopard at the sort of things other bands do.

You can find them on Myspace at:

Saturday, July 22, 2006


Music. Waiting Room.

People with twigs think America is in Limerick, and I don't know what they think the twigs are. I think goo is bad and God is good but I don't know why he has to make all this goo.

I write words on my nose and I look at my nose every time I want to talk about the twigs, Jackie and the air, San Fran-summer-cisco with a pool cue and mumbling because I can't read my own nose.

Band: Waiting Room.

They're a young band from Cork. They're better than being able to put your hand in the air and say, "I did that," and point at something you did, and win a prize for it.


I'm leasing my life to the whisperers in the fields who say they'll use my life to enhance their lot a lot and dance a bit and maybe fall in love. They say a lot of other things too, and if you A is for ask me while I look at my feet and ah! whistle, don't bother asking me -- I can't read my nose.

Saturday, July 15, 2006


Music. Cowboy X.

Seagulls are blue and grey, and bluebells are seagulls. I don't know about daffodils. My eyes are coming home tonight.

You've got to accept that your feet are nothing and your hands are grey before you can say, "You were right about my feet and hands," but they're wrong. They snore with their heads and their hearts and some of their toes, and the rest of their toes are pigs, and they snore too.

Band: Cowboy X

Cowboy X are made up of former members of Mike TV, with Karen McCartney on lead vocals. They're better than finding some cheese at your wedding.

You can find them on Myspace at:

Yellow, grey and brown -- that's mostly what I see. You can see those colours through the heads of people with diamond heads. You can see what they're thinking and it's nothing an appropriate pony couldn't think. Trees are what they are, and if they weren't they'd be daisies, if they were daisies, and these summer days are nothing until you can say you've lost your trousers. An inappropriate pony thought that.

Saturday, July 08, 2006


Music. Messiah J and the Expert.

Education is just going to school and coming back with more things in your head than you had before, and you can do that in a van too.

They said 'hooray' and 'go out of the hole' and 'get out of the corner too'. And that man was Superman but now he's in the hole again. I learnt that in a van.

Band: Messiah J and the Expert.

Most Irish hip hop peals the paint from the walls in my head. Messiah J and the Expert are painting those walls, hanging pictures, doing all the Hoovering and arranging unfortunate accidents for the mice.


Hope is like a planet and you've forgotten about the apes, and it's more like despair when you see all the apes.

Saturday, July 01, 2006


Music. The Divine Comedy.

Some things are better than other things and other things are less than what you think they are if you think they're houses. Sometimes they're knives and forks when you're in restaurants with people who don't know who you are and if they did know who you are you'd be a wasp. She buys her nail varnish from something that hops and that's why her nail varnish smells.

Band: The Divine Comedy.

Album: Victory for the Comic Muse.

The Divine Comedy (Neil Hannon and friends) have been releasing albums since the early nineties, and this latest one sounds like most of the others. You could criticise them for not changing or applaud them for sticking to what they're good at, and I'd go for the latter. They're better than being able to fix elections.


New Zealand is down there somewhere and we're up here and I started digging that hole but then I stopped. The world is full of people who clean giants and say, "Go away."

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

A walk in the rain - Poetry. Ireland. Reading the news with no trousers.
Very Slight Stories - Very short stories.
Henry Seaward-Shannon - Slightly longer short-stories.

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