out in greenwich one rises and says G'day mates! G'day g'day g'day Good day good day good day A brief bit and it is only brief it will have been brief we will have been quick or dead and not known - or known - the scant transactions of the two. of abuse for you on and on you and you on the wireless the stage the moving picture house there will be little but words and pictures a foggy Wednesday morning in ol' London town, I stepped out of the bakery and met Ms Martha Brown. Ms Marth Brown I said to her were you not someone's bride? Why yes, she said with cold regard Someone who went and died. you lucky little bleeders. you poor children of a century with too much soul more than it yet knows So get you London diaries out for Elijah is coming and the geese are getting fat on rumours and cheese rinds and corkscrews and lard and the diary will have had space for a hundred more irremediable indiscretions SODASTREAM and Darren Hanlon at the Betsey Trottwood she trott like a tot I trott after her Trent Lott in a rented car in a rented lot she call the police in frantic voices in Farringdon, in Moorgate, in High Holborn and in Aldgate East I hear a keening a sharpening of the knife London town, why do you lie above me and fly below breeding rare dreams and smoke of boats my love she speaks like silence Great Britain the coast sweats erosion and at Ramsgate only a barbe-a-papa to make time tell against us this Saturday on and next Sunday and every Monday there will have been a day a day to choose, a time to gather syllables apart she said the 18th November at 8pm! she said i said whats the point of that she told me It's 100% Australian pop fun mate, fair dinkum... or something. I can hear them coming nigh below the sign of the Blue Boar Get there early or late, it skills not to ask, for to ask one cannot ask until one knows the question et je ne le sais pas déja as it could be a bit busy apparently. and in reality and in the greater world and in the little world we shall have our business and we shall be busy by the sun, by the moon And there'll be music and laughter and whiskey and wine - he's doing fine, yes, ma'am, just fine - through till 1am I waited a jackdaw's beak pinned on my breast. 'Another ending', she pledged me, '"where" the dogs can't hear'. with DJ's and ABCs and Lyons Corner Houses a 'poet' or two gather from Strange Fruit and mulberries, for yea, there will be bushes and trees, the vegetables will grow, this year, I think. I think, this year, and go East. some silly list people. some hollow disciples. some police pregnant with words they dare not utter. some weavers looming and spilling and catching. If you're not there you're now here at 8 at 7 at the clock at the station, under the clock, yes, that is where we meet, I have seen it all now, you'll miss me and I shan't even, shan't even have gone. the lad drunken the maid who bleeds who will Matt fighting and about I told her, Doreen, get out while you can what to play and spilling beer and mugs of tea, and toast, and your reflection on our records which could be amusing. Oh all this entertainment 'is too much for my nerves' she breathes, with one of deception's sighs. daylight robbery at an extortionate 4 English pounds... just you try it on! If anyone needs anymore no more anymore here there will have been more somewhere info in and out oh, brother oh, foe, info is not for the likes of us goodbye let me know... goodbye let me know... goodbye _____________________________________________________________________________________ Get more from the Web. FREE MSN Explorer download : http://explorer.msn.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+