the asteroids galaxy tour

well now the sun anit shining no more/i dont know why but ive seen it before/aint got no joy no man to lean on/he leaves my soul on the floor like a doll
fuck the spoiled posh kids
just do whatever you think is right

i'd become smoke and hide in your cigarette pack

ooh my spirit ran to greet you
before my feet left the porch

Howdy, Clarice

hjffddrsetsrwestrert

I really wanna read it, im not even lying

colours merge into this one sticky strechy mass and oh! its raining raining raining on my head and on my shoulders while im walking down rochester highstreet stopping at a few of the christmasy shops with their overly bright-coloured candyfloss and jam and postcards and then we would never run out of postcard jokes, arent we sad?! but no i dont think we re sad, i think im just beginning to enjoy these colours and the cousiness of the christmas smells and shadows in the small shops with low ceiling/and the man in the lorry with brown dreadlocks who was proper scary, im not even joking

the everyday life is determined to steal my, to lock me up,and not let my face anything beyond the shadows and smells and everyting else is just the routine

oh yes, the routine. havent we forgotten about this?

but tell you what

I AIN'T COMPLAININ'

and not copying anyone or anything

aint nothing wrong with a bit of routine around here

I'm all good, man

I'm real good