Freedom is a tinker, it’s a tinker’s life for me. Burn me down to...
Find it hard to be understated When there’s four million people in this town Though the world still turns My heart still yearns for you… And that’s a sickly rhyme but these are sickly chords it’s 2010, not 1954 and you don’t understand what it means to be a man these days I saw you smile in the moonlight As we queued up for a cig I said alright, you...
There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.– Leonard Cohen, Anthem
England, my heart was never in it England, the rose was never mine England, the seas are cold and open England, the pen is dry England, Byron is a rogue. England the poppies seem so cruel England whose veterans aren’t remembered England, whose depths I’ll never know England, whose manners hide our desires, England, the silence is unnerving, England, the farmyards and the hedgerows England, the...
Now, my boy, this is not the time to be making enemies.– Voltaire, on his deathbed, when asked if he would renounce Satan. (via fitzarr)
I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anyone tell you...– Kurt Vonnegut I will spend today farting around in your honor, KV. (via mattgorman)
Country pleasures with the culchies tasting daisies on the chain. not a hint...– Clonakilty, Cork - Joshua McClurg, Naymedici (a poem I wrote while our band toured Ireland)
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Awkward, the shifts of amourous time - uneasy in it’s day clothes, irritating the debauched, tongue-tied enticing night. out of sight- veins throb with dormant lust, placing a misguided trust in the coyly apologetic caverns of the self. climb to the back of the shelf - hide behind ego, feign to make that last impish deal with the id love life hid. get rid - banish those awful thoughts -...
i just listened to some of your bands stuff, its all amazing.
Joshua McClurg (with Jen Hingley) - Putting it On ...
Hey, I’m in a band called Naymedici from Manchester,England. We’ve got some tunes up on www.myspce.com/naymedici and have just set up our own tumbler here
Did you hear the story of Bearded Jane? Got dropped by a juggler and grew insane. Fell in love with a lion who shared her pain. Not of being caged, but of being tamed. -Joshua McClurg (Naymedici)
onehelloworld: Good Morning Army Boy, I’m...