Sinister: Twin set jet set *warning contanes TLP spoilerz*

[robin stout]

Dear S,

The man who lives across the street has thick spectacles, a small paunch and 
a library of books which pattern the walls of his study with multicoloured 
stripes. He curls up by the record player and wiggles his toes in those 
thick woollen socks. He has to open the windows to stop them steaming up in 
this weather, and the sound of The Life Pursuit slinks over the sill and 
dances in my bedroom. I've only heard a few of the songs, but they sound 
good to me. Sukie in the Graveyard is my favourite of the ones I've heard. 
It's everything that's good about the modern Murdoch sound!

I'm not too sure about the lyrics, but I'll try my best. I know you won't be 
able to hear it for a while, but maybe you can sing it as you float high 
seeking those tropical winds.

Although you're so small,
You're very well read,
Touching the names and the dates of the dead.
Leaving your trail,
To glisten in the sun,
A snail in the graveyard, you couldn't have more fun.

*Instrumental - Stevie "Adverb" Jackson tugs his todger, accompanied by the 
sound of an asthmatic sparrow chirruping in a paper bag*

You curl up in my slipper,
Hiding in your shell,
You may be warm but it ain't so swell,
For me. If I want,
To warm up my toes,
I'll have to take you home to the mossy headstones.

*Long and absurd outro on an organ pumped by a big bottomed nun*

Isn't it great?!

Did you get much for Christmas? It was sort of quiet in Stout Heights. I 
only got one card: a dainty letter from Oscar Wilde, scented like a pink 
hampster and full of the most silly words. I think he makes half of them up 
just to sound clever. The girls came round and pulled the cats' tails. Wendy 
asked me "why did the skeleton cross the road?", and I, playing the funny 
uncle, said "to buy some more bones?". "Yes", she said. "Are you sure?" 
"Yes!" And that was that! I think she needs to brush up on her joke-telling 
skills!

My sister bought me a letter-writing set, so I can write to you more often. 
I promise to do it more than I have. The pigeon's name is Trevor, by the 
way. He knows his way home well enough. Just feed him an acorn and send him 
on his way.

Robin x


PS: I've hidden something special under the postage stamp, so peel it back 
carefully if you don't mind being SPOILED! Where is it? At the bottom of the 
letter of course, just keep on going...






























*small spoiler ahead*

Although it's a few weeks
until the new album arrives,
the lyrics to the songs
have already been put on
the belle and sebastian
website. When your balloon
finally lands, try looking
at www.belleandsebastian.com
I'd post the full address but
there simply isn't room
under this stamp...


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