Cabin crew prepare to land.
Customers prepare to stand.
Beckett writes in Roussillon.
Facebook, Twitter, Amazon.
I lost my pen, my pencils’s, where’d they go?
I reminisce. How the fuck am I even writing this?
We could talk, we could sit.
People watch for counterfeits.
Saracens at Roman walls.
Moorish raids on Shopping Malls.
Take it all, take it all.
Release us from Cholesterol.
But by god leave our ethanol.
Serenade!
Right back up the Sauerkraut came.
Onto my shoes behind the museum.
And just as Jan predicted it comes as no shocker,
Wine: the ultimate mocker.
supported by 6 fans who also own “Roussillon Serenade (live session - Voodoo, Belfast)”
The buzzing guitars and punchy drums remind me of watching the sun set on a long hard day. An album that tells you it's alright to fall down, so long as you pick yourself back up again. crimsundawn
supported by 6 fans who also own “Roussillon Serenade (live session - Voodoo, Belfast)”
Thanks Rory for talking about the backround of this album. I can see various pictures while listening to this musical pearl.
For me, it is a positive sister to Eddy Vedders "Into the wild" - Album.
Thanks a lot for doing awesome music, man. Herb