DESIGNER SHADES

Strangers (kinks)

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A remix of some local Kilkenny talent
Harrietcsmith
https://soundcloud.com/user-973019310/serpent
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Serpent - Harrietcsmith  [Rainy Day Dub]

I Think Our Loveseat Is Riddled With Woodworm…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3R5Zyt243Y

Hey look at us! We watched 18ths turn to 21sts
Engagements say it’s serious, then wedding videos
Hey look at us! We watched baby steps & baby firsts
40ths & 50ths & the next thing that you know
We like a Caribbean Cruise
But only with an ocean view
We’ve got a chimnea, a barbeque 
& a water feature statue
Garden decking duck egg blue
A Blue Motion VW
Golf – Special edition Oryx White
Off road parking, sitting safely in the drive
Of our leafy suburb, as we pour another wine 
& you say – ‘Hey! I think our loveseat is riddled with woodworm’…

Hey look at us! Parma ham with melon starter
No more crispy pancakes, anymore
Hey look at us! We splash Olive Oil on everything
That there Jamie Oliver’s got a lot to answer for
We drink Corona with a lime
Wear underwear by Calvin Klein
We like minimalist design
& a full rack of red wine
Coz it helps us to unwind
As we sit in our streamlined
Kitchen – by Colosseo Oro
Looking out on our botanical patio
As you turn to me, in the faint light of moonglow
& say – ‘Hey! I think our loveseat is riddled with woodworm’…

Well me, I’m still mourning Habitat
I’m like Justin Timberlake, only I’m bringing sweaty back
Desperately clinging to my youth, still a big Paul Weller fan
As I dance around the kitchen, listening to The Jam…

Hey look at us! We watched friendships lead to housewarmings
Weddings lead to Christenings, Godparents at the font
Hey look at us! Now we’re attending far more funerals
Than we really want, eating stale quiche & volauvents
I will not covet thy neighbour’s car
Sitting at my breakfast bar
Eating strawberry guava
Drinking Colombian Fedar
Watching Victoria Derbyshire
As you trot off for a Spa
Day – with the girls from the Golf Club
Leaving me to think of popping to the pub
But instead I sit alone in the hot-tub
& think - ‘You’re right, our loveseat is riddled with woodworm’…

I Think Our Loveseat Is Riddled With Woodworm

I Think Our Loveseat Is Riddled With Woodworm by The Ramsden Squares

Uneasy

I have been delayed

he just stood there like a wounded animal and slowly passed fifteen fridge magnets from his ass hole and into the prison guards clammy palms. you should have seen the secutarial secretary dream about him. every night shed toss in side splitting heats and maligner over the ins and outs of the metaphor, the material metaphor that she had witnesses from behind her desk, watching the fridge magnets drip and drop; fridge magnets about love and marriage and about breakfast and drinks, fridge magnets about wisdom and philosophic gibbers and jabbers. prison work is hard to say the least, but when such high strung dramas are acted out the search for a truth or meaning in life may abscond for a tipple, in the the glorious holes in the wall and blaze it up with hemming way and the hand that lived in Kermits ass.

Uneasy

Harrietcsmith

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