Торік улітку "поетичний" альбом Odd Tymes від Green Gerry був одним із моїх абсолютних фаворитів. (Див. lyrics.) Новий реліз музиканта "Celery Salt (Spider Man Quit Fucking With Me)" — 7 строф справжнісінької поезії в прозі:
endlessly climbing the hill
feet sinking deep into the ground
elongated road maps
point nowhere close but only to their sound
secrets tied up by their feet
never reach longevity
short strokes reluctant to fight
losing their battle against time and gravity
now who are you what side have you taken
stealing soapboxes from out under our feet
best not try your luck with this one
your eyes are now opened even as you sleep
dead ringer dead ringer
theyve called on you
reach for the rope
for it was alive that they buried the fool
everything is an arms race
false prophets choose to unite
who am i to choose to stay untied
the trite balance lies in the suns fiery night
i just want you thinking you owe me nothing
the opening of my eyes
light blinding sending my head spinning
the doors fly open as you take to glide
dead ringer dead ringer
theyve called upon you
the rope has been pulled
churning harm as the seas tend to do
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