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 09, 2006

 

Band. Neosupervital


This is the wind, and this is all worry and woe, and this weekend is when I'll close my eyes and say or whistle and you know how to whistle. I always say that when people ask me to say something.


We sing to live in song and blank out what's wrong and fill in what's blank. We eat at dinner time with bells and buzzers and you have to buzz in to say moo and bang bang you're a cow, or you were a cow, I'm not hungry. I always sing that.


Band: Neosupervital


'One man, a synth guitar, and some sharp pop tunes.' He's from Dublin. He's better than knowing how many spiders it takes to screw in a lightbulb and having more than enough spiders. Most other bands are worse than having more than enough spiders and not knowing where they are.


Website:

http://www.neosupervital.com




New name, new style. You have to change. You have to ask yourself certain questions because if you don't you'll just be someone who digs holes, and you could be someone who digs holes and asks questions, even if they're just questions about the holes.




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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