Download or listen to Simon Saint-Simon's New Year cure, the 'afternoonAfterPill'.
Happy New Liar you all! For the sake of the olden face etc!
Come on now stop messing about and take your medicine.
The 'afternoonAfterPill' was designed with you in mind. Bitter-sweet it intends to encapsulate the tragedy of your gunpowder lives while at the same time giving the necessary day nurse headjob to get you out of bed and face the the new dawn fades.
So it goes.
You French opened your silky corrugations to the midnight movements of a dark stranger. V good landing, well executed. You are now pregnant with the alien race.
Right now you wished you had a dog. Long walks. The beach. All in all the Old Earth deemed not good enough by a flick of the switch at 12. A light going on in the bald economics of a lady's undergarments. Expunged vicariously with an empty rumour.
Explain yourself sir and extricate yourself from the mess you have left. If you can.
Tracks from 2007. But not all of them.
Songs made with guitars. Quality not quantised necessarily. Plus a drum machine or twice..
An indie compilation LP. No less. Like those (Shoe)'Shine' albums but with good bands and organic emotions I suppose. The past 20 pop years has been music made by New Labourers. Can we start again?
Every beginning is an end. Onward Christian soldiers. We must rest upon the scorched earth of heaven.
happy 2009
xxx
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