DRIFTER’S DREAM:
Trucks unload behind my bug-eyes, black glass, you can’t see me.
Arranging stones, the broken bones of consecrated buildings,
making good, the things that fell to pieces.
Shock-hair lobster woman, posing for trade, window dressing,
catch your eye, draw you in,basket bicycle, lying smashed on
the pavement, nobody stopping, step around, don’t look, walk on,
shadows sing a cold song.
Invisible Conga People – ‘Can’t Feel my Knees‘
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Loving Invisible Conga People – Bristol was awesome gig, sadly right at the back in the balcony so lost the bass but ended up dancing amongst the seats and aisles..hope Rick’s recovered?
Brighton corn exchange , I’ve often wondered how this fit’s with the rest of the buildings.
Buddhist Angels or is that a motorbike club?
‘Can’t feel my knees’,so an beauty voice sang this song-thougt it was you!?
Warm greetings throug the night from me.