Eat Pie - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
Eat Your Pie and Drink Your Juice.mp3
Sleeve Notes
Against the odds, a great bright mystique One candle at an angle can swallow the sun. I just think everything goes to hell eventually. All I have is time. I want to bury the world I bring my monsters into. The stranger croaked ‘don’t touch me.’ The telegraph wires sizzled over white gold fields. We aren’t on earth. Thin air blows across the serpentine garden. Whoever was in the outdoors shed was not human. Every woman tries to approach. What kind of inferiority complex have you? In the limo there’s always a threat he’ll touch what he shouldn’t. Angela looked appalled and Janine lost. These large stones are oracular and crystallized. God help us inside this fog and dismal cove. Buddy can you spare me? Every act ends in that, your facile scream. As far as we could see there were no levers, buttons, switches, knobs, zips, or belts. My blithe ignorance is shallower than I needed it to be. I see you as a sweet hot nugget in the hands of erupting fate. These nuclear birds are brutal remnants of a prehistory that was haphazard and nihilistic. We won’t inherit anything nor manufacture dreams. This is our temptation, to let things lie. But. If you’re prepared to die for life, life’s got a zip code. I’m more than active dirt.