LAST NIGHT IN THE STUDIO:
Riding the drunk train out’ve the city, boys violently
attracted to perfumed girls. Shout loud to slurring lads
in shirt sleeves, open necked & ruddy faced, throw cans
& fast food wrappers clearing seats for wide-eyed girls.
Everyone’s on the pull, smelling of meat & alcohol
as I sit quite in the corner reading Neil Young for the
fifth time, encouraged by the energy of a man who keeps
making new work & moving forward. An artist refusing to
live off the past.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Mother Of A Dog!
Now I know why I love the part right after the vocals.
❤
…and here is another one with love for night trains 🙂
and a man who could make new work & moving forward (and backward) and refused to live off the past until he stuck in R&B.