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Wishing you a wonderful 50th Birthday, and hoping that you're able to spend it with those you love. Big hugs to you !
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely than Death’s termless shade
and Zephyros’ most balmy gust: on the dark
page of gloom, it’s no misfortune to walk–
as with two Kangaroo Hops, I make up
the distance of Central Park. North-bound to
Harlem, which is Hell when Heaven it’s not.
Armstrong wanted to say “That’s one small step
for a man”, but the “a”, not audible, is lost
in transmission, captured by aliens–
those punk reptilians and greys that go BOO!–
when the Military Industrial Complex goes Boom!–
dressing up as Mickey and Minnie Mouse
to abduct Marilyn Monroe at the White House
Thou art more lovely than in God we Trust.
Hello,
If you are coming to Japan this summer or autumn,
we organize some event for Radiohead fans.
1st - 31st July 2019
Radiohead Photo Exhibition.
"From The Front Row"
all photos I took at Radiohead concert are exhibited at the cafe called CAFE: MONOCHROME.
19th July 2019. at Eggman Shibuya Tokyo.
CAFE: MONOCHROME FES 2019 feat. Radiohead Night.
we Radiohead Night team will be featured at the event,
OAS- Radiohead Tribute band will play at the event.
DJ VJ are also play mostly Thom, Radiohead etc..
5th Oct 2019
RADIOHEAD NIGHT at Space Odd.
the special event for Radiohead fans.
OAS will have 2 hours show and DJ, VJs..
Radiohead/Thom Yorke's official merch will be sold under official license.etc etc etc...
Please contact me if you interest.
thank you.
ANIMA, a new record by me. 27 June. https://anima.technology
01 “TRAFFIC”
02 “LAST I HEARD (…HE WAS CIRCLING THE DRAIN)”
03 “TWIST”
04 “DAWN CHORUS”
05 “I AM A VERY RUDE PERSON”
06 “NOT THE NEWS”
07 “THE AXE”
08 “IMPOSSIBLE KNOTS”
09 “RUNWAYAWAY”
10 “(LADIES & GENTLEMEN, THANK YOU FOR COMING)” (vinyl-only bonus track)
ANIMA is out 6/27. Pre-order it here as a CD, standard double vinyl, or a deluxe double vinyl book with lots of extras such as “A BEAUTIFUL HARDBACK BOOK CONTAINING BOTH THE LYRICS AND MANY STRANGE DRAWINGS DONE IN PENCIL BY STANLEY DONWOOD & DR TCHOCK.”
ANIMA, also a one-reeler by Paul Thomas Anderson & me. 27 June.
Thom Yorke's new album comes with a Netflix short film
JUNE 17, 2019
Your Title Here
How do we get off the eye-glazed treadmill
of decay? In lieu of titty-showers and ta-
rantula breath, keep the change you filthy
But I won’t go there. The nosebleed carriage
of the Wonder Wheel. At Midnight it dawns.
Bring a pumpkin that we’ll drop & watch smash
on one of those Russian spooks who go hunting
for sea-turtles on Brighton Beach. How about
that? Trained beasts without harness buckles
the planet has thus far borne under force
of glaciers with no possibility of sound.
The ruin of a titanic race. Once long shrunk.
From this height? No life through a mirror.
Limp, even brief arctic flowers dwindle–
from our bare dreams, trapped abruptions
on growths, ulcers, broken-heart disease, vari-
cose veins and other malignant deficiencies.
Inenarrable Indian sign n syn hex. hoodoo,
whammy, JINX to INDICATE. Point. Hint. Imply.
Suggest; announce, bespeak the telltale ink
that, empyreal, ought to oust, bereave; divest the
particle n syn atom. crumb. doit. dram. drop.
Minim and mittal those rare anticline striations,
so matchless-ly intense. 7-billion human beings
each and every day wipe their ass. So precious
is sanity that sanitation mustn’t dare to dream
or case itself as more or less value. The glory.
The concrete. Jungle. Fear. Death’s climax
was a dream of God, so enchanted one cannot
avoid or dilute. I digress. Again. Disheartened
as the 2003 film of vicious punk rock unwraps
impatiently. A Mr5. Doubtfire plot!–just play along,
please. Another Elvis Presley hit. Sound of sawbucks
from the violin holders on the never-before-seen
bench. Disheartened, just play along. Please?
Like your Spaghetti dish was served with wasabi.
And when you’re finished, don’t forget to exclaim,
Taste just like a slice of history of the One-eyed
Norse god; Never-before-seen at a dinner party.
Sonnet in which Angels Do Not Age, Neither Do Clouds
A folk tale of rook-pecked corpses and rusty bicycles
For which the pink elastic strings of the fable’s bikini
Has been washed too many times Like laying
A flaming palm branch of donkey shit at your door
After S– stood you up twice for coffee and struck
That match which lit your brain afire Again AMOK
In a clay hole surrounded by mortar rounds and
two broken vending machines with the image of POTUS
45 We’re in the Mental Block of the Hospital where
Everything’s REAL and prepped for the Furnace
With a bottle of opiates and 22 ½ gray pairs of socks
Just don’t play the role of the psycho (but claim your
Grandmother’s dementia) when the male nurse’s finger
Turns into a blade to get rid of humpty dumpty & your vertigo
The Character in a Soap Opera Who Excited My Sympathy
The whole Island of Italy had set
out to write me poems of tragedy
& reversals of fortune, not one which
was worth reading in the lowest wreckage
or highest reach of my despondency.
I stomped on my golden cape and tore off
my salt-rusted crown, and ludicrously
wept into the Caspian Sea, praying
for an unfathomable act of cruel,
natural disaster that the gods might
deliver. Surely, my roughshod partition
required, had had to come with some type
of contract for me to shoehorn or, atleast,
scribble upon in this time of ruin,
but nay, nay!– … only this unfortunate for-
tune broken from the nautilus shell of a cookie:
Concerning how much your rucksack shall weigh, measure the weight of
A camel dragging a sandcastle of bricks by his tail, into the world beneath.
