Every week I post the worst piece of music I can find from my archives.
This is another old track, it's about 5 years old. I hope everything's o.k. down your way let me know when you see the meter stick. Thanks fye - fie.
[esterante fervo terenterone spieglementatutta a=å]
I have taken some of the rubbish tracks off of my old albums because I decided these albums might be good if got rid of the bad songs off of them.
This originally appeared on 2006's Cronies and is a particularly weak track. For the few people who own these albums, and more particularly the even fewer of them that have actually bothered to listen to them - sorry.
There is the dust and there is also the dutt. Effluent back bacon. There are the children how they howl, how they cry, the musty spectre, the grainy eyes. The salt in the blood, the frost in the mind. The spirit of memory, the service of squash on a silver plate and yet it is sunday, it is only sliver silver Sunday. Our Sunday - Our eyes. Fast foreign. Floppy free. The children, oh the children: how they howl.Frowl
zippy crispy poppy dooby doo.
Sorry it's late. So sorry, it's forry.
got a job on a cheese stall, made a stupid cheese related track