First released track on the 3 spoken word split between myself, Andrew Charles and Ben Evans. Released through Party Wound Productions and L'Amour Records.

Written and read by Charles A. Neale
Additional instruments by Chares A. Neale

Additional instruments; a metronome/beat made by hitting a laptop with my hands, a bass guitar and something I did with my pick but can't remember. Bird sound during the second stanza is an authentic bird, that I thought would ruin my recording.
Welcome to Bird Country.

POEM/LYRICS;
Ran through fields growing misguided youth,
Wrapped around our wrists were the daisy chains of love.
Hell yes, i'm the patron saint of past and future,
Cos I live with as much grace as growing older.

I'm the skin stuck between your teeth as you gnaw at me.
You were probably right about what you said,
Though I can't say I agree that i'd be better off dead.
Cupid's arrow through my brain, now you're stuck in my head.

Stereoscopic sperm, inpregnating the stereo that plays our love.
Man, making babies like noone's business, for the lord above.
Hell can only offer warmth between the legs of Dead girls with fake chests.
Solar panels to light our fucks, but saving energy only means so much.

You can't piss on a God you can't see, you mutant freaks.
Taking it deep, from the long dick of a small glimmer of hope.
The world turned too much and made me totally dizzy,
It's been happening for 20 years now, lord please show pity.

Some of our finest laments were written on trash,
now take a good look and ask what that says about us.
Hell, ask what it says about you.
There's only so long you can be ironic before you become what you hate.

Heart // Days

L'Amour Records