Sinister: she came from planet sar...ah

[sarah cracknell]

hello groovesters,

i am sorry to have left you for so long.  i have been to far off places.
the cosmos is my home.
yes, life has certainly been hectic for this international babe and
arm-wavey-hip-swingy-maraca-shakey-type-of-girl.
you may remember when i contacted you last, that i was crouched behind a
skip behind a wondrous land called netto in the world of wolverhampton.

my funky friends, you will never guess what happened.  it seems some people
from the planet shakemdown heard my message.
they were passing in their spaceship watching the world and waiting for it
to smile, when they heard the cries of a damsel in distress and they swooped
to my rescue.

out of their spaceship of love they climbed and they swept me from
wolverhampton to wonderment.

the shakemdowners are a kind race.  they come in all shapes and sizes and
faces and thoughts.  but from each one, the inner beauty shines like an
elvis tear.
they saw my tom selleck moustache and took it as proof of my virility.
several of the maidens tried to entice me to their boudoirs.  but i remained
aloof, scared of human contact after being locked in that dreadful cellar.
all this changed when one day i discovered they had maracas.  my life
suddenly brightened and the sun shone on my mind once more.  i treated them
to an impromptu concert and they fell down at my feet and began to worship.

it seemed i had not lost my place at the cutting edge of
hand-held-percussion after all.  such joy, such happiness.  the
shakemdowners took me to their planet and we had one long three month
groove, only interrupted by a small volcanic storm, the sudden unexpected
appearance of johnny mathis, and my return to earth.

fellow cosmic-dancers, i do not know how i got here.  one moment, an outer
space babe, the next - returned to earth and sitting on public transport.

here on my own now after hours
here on my own now on a bus

and there's an old man opposite who keeps gesturing at me to look inside his
plastic bag.  starlovers, i do not want to.  whatever is inside the bag
keeps wincing.

i wish i knew where i was going to.  i wish i liked the things that life was
showing me.
for now, i am lost.  perhaps i will see you soon.

yours
space-girl sarah c




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