harold holt.

wanted:
experienced trip-sitter,
specialising in pottery.
name must start with B,
preferably Bec.
Beatrices need not apply.

we kissed on the beach
we kissed and we lied
I said I’d never love another
if the timing was right

what makes you say
we can’t be friends
were your advances
nothing but
dead-ends?

I thought you were
lonely like me
and that your black
wedding dress
was for me.

love, your weak knees
will one day give
and from that pole
onto me
you will fall.

love, I have seen
all you can give
from way before
I even
met you.

just the other day
saw two buses collide
at the bottom of the hill
at the top of the ‘meter
couldn’t think what I’d say
to all the people who died
and it should’ve sent a chill
down the edge of my spine

but they were probably all lonely anyway

they didn’t have a car
probably couldn’t even drive
and their spouses weren’t around
not to save them this time
exploding liquid glass
a baby learnt to fly
as the baby hit the ground
a mother learnt to cry

but they were probably all lonely anyway

as the light hits your body
the bells are starting to ring
they’re calling out for you
they’re calling out your name
as the last sip hits my lips
my head is starting to ache
I’m calling out for you
I’m calling out your name

am I sincere? is this for real?
am I lying? how should I feel?

heavy hearts, together or not
there’s a stone mausoleum
and a love to be buried
in every single chamber
and to keep it in order
all prisoners need a lock
just like all graves need a priest
and lord knows I need some peace

am I sincere? is this for real?
am I lying? how should I feel?

and anyway, we never knew
that the world could be so cruel
and anyway, who should care
if all I ever wanted
was to see you bare
silence…
and then a sinking feeling
a sudden tightness of the gut

am I sincere? is this for real?
am I lying? how should I feel?

I’ve felt true love in a bottle.
yeah, right

please download and listen to our latest masterpiece: crack pipe for kids - swoon (mp3)

lyrics:

when we´re together
we´re always so high
we´re high as the mountains
we´re high as the sky
and we´re at the beach now
we´re having a picnic
I in my black jeans
and you in nurse outfit

then I say something highly prolific
then I say something you wouldn´t believe it
when we´re together we´re never alone
when we´re apart we´re never together

I´m down on my knees
I´m falling apart
I´m on my last meal
it´s you that I´m after
now we´re in the bedroom
and you´re looking nice
I look down and find you
riddled with lice

Fish and chips

I´d like to write an essay on something I feel strongly about; which is conservation of energy, in all forms.

sober.
as sober as I ever was.
I must have came home in a state
last night.
by the end of the conversation,
I had forgotten the start.
there´s some gorki downstairs.
I can´t drink that shit.
I fret far too much.
I would be better off
with apathy
and that way
I could be sincere

reading bukowski
what little I can find
I´m starting to think,
maybe he´s not so bad
just a sook

ring ring.
that´s the telephone.
it´s an old friend
I haven´t seen in years
talk about
why she´s gone,
and not coming back
maybe I´d beg
or book a plane
and say hello.
ring ring.
I let it
keep going

the clouds hang low
attract a glow
putrid sodium
rainbow vomit
reminds me of
my favourite scarf

last time
I shaved
I dug deep
but missed by
five centimetres
what
sort of luck
do you call that?

Check this out: Private Dick in Mu.

This is an (unfinished) entry we made for the International Trout-Slap Film Festival. We promised someone that we’d finish it, but we never will. Nevertheless I like what we have. Even if it is missing huge chunks of story between scenes.

I think some of the music is possibly too low in the mix, but I guess it’s background music anyway.