IN A QUIET PLACE:
You don’t know it, no, honest, you don’t. A corner off the map
with a slice of sweet. A bowl of something bitter for balance,
where voices tell stories, documenting time, evolving legends,
holding the line. Fire in the hand, back to the West side,
Prodigal Son-rise.
The phones don’t work here, don’t loose your hair-shirt. Talking,
putting everything right, mouth-to-mouth, mouth-to-ear, here & now,
mouth-&-trousers, runs like clockwork bananas. It’s cheaper down the
supermarket.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Sometimes i exhale how you see and hear and feel every time you want.I can’t see or hear anything from another or you.So i don’t know it,honest,i not.That all although i’m nnot a blind dove.
And if you want asking me how does it feel,or does it feel as love or like friendship or like anything what earns the word good-what do you think i had to say therefore?
A
Place
Where
Foxes
Have
Nine
Tails*
Down the supermarket closed now,if you want push the button…
Bitter sweet like life itself, all mouth and trousers, have a belt might help em stay up to the mouth.
Thank you for coming to Japan!!
It was a great show!! and I was so happy because I could see you again.
LOVE YOU! xx