WELCOME TO PRAGUE:

 

Beautiful rain, a city drenched in vibrant melancholia. 

Rococo architecture icing & brutal apartment concrete, 

cobbles cut with the iron grins of the steely twins 

guiding the wheels of slow motion trams as they snake 

on their relentless hunt between the buildings. 

Cities belong in rain – forgive me – but they do. 

In the heat they stink, but in the rain they fizz.

 

Walked in the night amongst street drunks piled in alleys, 

party drunks congregating in squares & shadow drunks 

drinking undisclosed liquids from party sized lemonade 

bottles down behind parked cars. 

 

Tonight we play as Underworld, just the two of us for the 

first time in years, throwing curves & stumble dancing to 

the sweet beat of the kick drum. Festivals should always 

be in bathed sunlight or wrapped in the mellow heat of 

summer evenings.

 

(K)