The way you turn your head towards him
is an unsolvable problem.
It’s a fraction of
the fading sunset,
a subset of this exhausted era.
The logic of your new mascara
and the rosy gloss
spread across your lips,
in the applied mathematics
of the over-dramatic,
lead to the conclusion 
of our relationship.

Why is the value of your ex-
undefined
and your feelings the variable
in the pitiless language
of zeros and ones --
of zeros 
and the ones
who leave the zeros behind?

The way you glow when he’s mentioned 
is a futile equation.
Fractal versions 
of my worst moments,
a sequence of sordid hypotheses
along the axes of impossibilities
that cut through the extremes of desire 
to shame and out liars.
This is the applied physics
of the chronically heartsick,
the shortest distance 
between two disappointments 
unspooling in a line 
on an average day 
in the mean time.

Your heart’s already
accounted for,
minus me  
and adding him instead.
But when did I
stop counting in your head?

[And here's a joke that didn't make the cut:
"You put the fib in Fibonacci"]

I Stopped Counting [as always, click on title for lyrics]

Capturing song fragments and lo-fi experiments on old cassette machines in the tiny back bedroom of a scarborough terraced house. 

Debut EP Back Down Woe Betide Ravine out now on bandcamp!

Before the entrance to the pub stands a doorkeeper.  Inside the pub a small crowd has gathered:  Lou Reed, Jonathan Richman and Mark Eitzel, Morrissey, Robert Pollard, Paul Westerberg and the elusive Don Lennon, the smart men from Wire and the surly Philip Larkin, Paddy McAloon, the good folks of Underworld and Yo La Tengo, Grant McLennan and Robert Forster, Ian Curtis and Lisa Germano, Annika Norlin, Stew, Mark E. Smith, Babybird, Rilke, and still others.  To this doorkeeper comes Marshmallow Fortresses, who prays for admittance.  The doorkeeper thinks it over for a moment, then answers, “Not now.”  
	Many days and years pass.  The pub door is always open, and through it he hears one miraculous song after another.  Marshmallow Fortresses repeatedly asks to enter so that he may  commune with his heroes, but the doorkeeper always responds in the same indifferent manner: “Not now.”  
	In time Marshmallow Fortresses grows old and his hearing begins to fail.  He gestures to the doorkeeper, who curtly asks, “What is it this time?”  In a creaky whisper, Marshmallow Fortresses observes, “How does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has begged for entry here?”  The doorkeeper bursts out laughing.  “Are you serious?  Every  aging Smiths fan has been crowding this door since forever.  But, as for you, I’m now going to shut it for good.”

(An altar to Franz Kafka)   

tl: dr    Wire did it all, and did it all better


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GONETCHA revient avec une nouvelle sortie.
“CALÉ COSY” est un mini album évoquant notre volonté de rester tranquille en ignorant certaines choses.
Un chant captivant, des instruments et effets énergiques, et des arrangements créatifs font résonner de nouveaux aspects de la musique de GONETCHA.
Le style coloré, subtile et novateur de GONETCHA repousse les limites habituelles.

Le titre “Pris dans l'Entonnoir” propose de mystérieuses analogies, des structures inspirantes, et un chant particulier que seul GONETCHA peut délivrer.

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GONETCHA is back with a new release.
« CALÉ COSY » is a mini album evoking our will to stay put and ignore certain things.
Captivating vocals, energetic instruments and sound effects, and creative arrangements make new aspects of GONETCHA’s music resonnate.
GONETCHA’s colorful, subtle and inovative style stretches the usual boundaries.

The song « Pris dans l'Entonnoir » shows off mysterious analogies, inspiring patterns, and particular vocals only GONETCHA can provide.

My main page is:
https://soundcloud.com/phoebeelena/tracks
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There is so much talent and variety here, and most of the people are pretty cool too. I love being part of this community. Listening to your music and being heard in return is enough.

Still reading? OK I'm gonna muse a bit. It's hard to fully convey how much this forum has meant to me. There are people I've never met that feel very much like old friends -- and in a very real way they are.
If I follow someone I make every effort to listen to and support their efforts. It's certainly not a transactional relationship but I do tend to limit my follows to people who engage in mutual listening and engagement. If you listen and leave a comment I always try to listen to *your* music when responding! If you follow at random without any feedback I hope you get something out of that too... ; )