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jack-baxter
jack-baxter
English Space age, rock and roll poet.
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Spacemen, cavorting, ridiculous jollity, Fuzzing stars buzzing in the fabric Space-time, folding, holding on Spin, seven, nine, four, Okay, Just try to hold on. Spinning lights flee by feeling Hurry on Sunday Slow Circles. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? You have no air. You didn’t listen. You had a warning… Strap yourselves into the spin Dazed and conned Fused into your seat Dancing in madness Whistles, flutes and shakers Unsettle your Muted rhythm. We sing for blessed distortion Then drop away Away Who did and Why? Why? Oh, God… Bridge. Wonder threw four bidden streets and re-jet, the Prince Palls, Ash on faced the walls. Bridge. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Causes her arm. Cause is her harm. Cause is arm. Arms are the cause of her harm. Then- Bridge. Then- Begin again… You should not have done that.
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC
jack-baxter
You should not have done that.
Spacemen, cavorting, ridiculous jollity, Fuzzing stars buzzing in the fabric Space-time, folding, holding on Spin, seven, nine, four, Okay, Just try to hold on. Spinning lights flee by feeling Hurry on Sunday Slow Circles. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? You have no air. You didn’t listen. You had a warning… Strap yourselves into the spin Dazed and conned Fused into your seat Dancing in madness Whistles, flutes and shakers Unsettle your Muted rhythm. We sing for blessed distortion Then drop away Away Who did and Why? Why? Oh, God… Bridge. Wonder threw four bidden streets and re-jet, the Prince Palls, Ash on faced the walls. Bridge. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Causes her arm. Cause is her harm. Cause is arm. Arms are the cause of her harm. Then- Bridge. Then- Begin again… You should not have done that.
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