THE AGE OF PLASTIC POP

The Valentine
Melted in the snow
On the way home
I should know

Fresh yet faded 
Washed with mud
Hand writing 
Smeared like blood

Witnessing a fool’s confession
Blinded by love’s obsession
On the pavement there it lay
Too late to look away

Dismal day in February 
Heart caged like a canary
Suffocating in a mine
Tears well in my eyes

I knelt
And tucked it in my coat
The end of love
The death of hope

The world around me
Slowed to a stop
My heart ticking
Like a clock

Oh St. Valentine
Are you just one of the guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

If I could travel back in time
I’d go back, wouldn’t I?
Or fast forward with no replay
In-depth analysis, it’s so passé

But love’s madness marches on
Do they see me on the lawn?
A lighted box where love is framed
I watch them thru the window pane
Oh St. Valentine
Are you just one of the guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

Light a candle 
Say a prayer
He’s in love
And I’m nowhere 

Life’s a mystery
The cause unknown
Open up your heart 
Your cover’s blown

But my darkness 
Seeks revenge
A fast date 
With his best friend

Red sky, the lover’s couch
Haunting drama when he finds out
Venus smiled on his friend last night
When he sees us, he’ll see the light

Oh St. Valentine
You’re just one of those guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

Oh St. Valentine
You’re just one of those guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

February

Night And Day 0005

Sometimes the blues gets very blue....
(Painting - "Waiting" by Toulouse Lautrec 1887) wikicommons

Instrumental composition, lead guitar, backing - Tom Adams (Aka Tytlblues)
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Lyrics, vocal melody, vocals, harp, slide guitar -  Chris Okunbor 

Come back soon 
Darlin' come back, oh don't you see?
The place is empty, oh empty without you.
They say that heart is where the home is.
Come back soon

Come on home, ah, just show me 'sorry',
Won't ever say those things, all those bad things no more.
I'm tired of tough love, so please think it over!
Yeh, come back soon.

I want you home darlin', ‘cos life's no fun, no fun any more.
Our place feels empty now that you’ve gone.
The grey needs lifting, the shadows shifting.
Come home soon.

Come Back Soon ~ a slow blues by Tom Adams and Chris O

All sounds created and produced by The fudge nuts

Continue The Sound [Single]

From Within The Plasma (2006) (Free Download)

Farewell Ennio

Alec: vocals, guitar, bass
Bonnie: drums

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Knuckles

Jens-Joel collab onhttps://soundcloud.com/magnus-p-r-l-gdberg/free-collab-track-1

Blackbird

Reduction

"soliloquy"
手脂と指紋でくもる位牌哉
供花枯れてかさりこそりとひとりごと
父母死んでわれはかわらず食べて寝て

My parents’ mortuary tablets are dirty with my greasy hands and fingerprints.
Flowers discolor and murmur rustlingly.
My parents are dead, but I still eat and sleep every day.

art work: dokabalint via Pixabay

Jens-Joel collab onhttps://soundcloud.com/magnus-p-r-l-gdberg/free-collab-track-1

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