22 November 2012
11.57 Heaven. In Brighton. By the pier, underneath. A beer. The wind. The rain. Seagulls. Stones and slate. 11.58 It's late. But I have a joint. And I have a driftwood stick. Gonna write me a sand song. Quick. Before the tide comes in. And before I run out of rhyme. 11.59 Naked. Twenty-two words. Then I'll start to walk. Towards the waves. Into paradise. With you. Into the. MIDNIGHT blue. Drowning. With just this sand song to remember me by (everyone sing along) (to the tune of Jingle Bells)
Jack & Eliza, Jack & Eliza, Riding the love train. In Opussville we'll have such thrills, and then we'll be reposted again.
A Song. Brighton. • Opuss № I