One day i’ll die and my nieces will sell them all for a fiver
Dave and Sarah are out on a canoe coming down from the north to the south of england; i’m based around bristol and will get to the canoe when it reaches me – but when the boat gets to me they’ve got out earlier – somewhere around liverpool as they went from east to west. I get in and daves folks are mortal at the back of a bar on wooden stools with friends; we end up on a school bus and I’m a video editor and we keep hitting speed bumps and one bump is so high it takes us into space and we’re in orbit flying around – a little like blackstar video by bowie. I’ve tapped the window and people are worried it’ll break and we’ll fall out.
if I don’t start my own label then I’ll regret it if I don’t become a dad then I’ll regret it if I dont tell my dad I love him then I’ll regret it if I don’t write and release one song then I’ll regret it if I don’t kiss a man then I’ll regret it if I don’t cycle home from Australia then I’ll regret it if I don’t smoke opium then I’ll regret it if I don’t release decade then I’ll regret it
I’m dying. You’re dying. Second by second. Minute by minute. What can we do to make it meaningful?
Swim. Write up gig. Mark up gig. Data. Allyship. Delete yodel. Hardrive. Car. Grass. Hoover. Gym. Dad. Gig. Jaz. Exams. Suga box. Sugar boy. Gary barlowe book. Find almanac. Dentist receipt. Sia back