Every Blog has its Day

Grass grows greener
On the other side
Corn grows sweeter
On the other side
And I watch, And I watch, And I watch
And I see too much
And I broke my face
And my head grows too much
God spits
On my soul
There's something dead inside my hole
In my hole
In my hole
In my hole
I step crueller
But less defined
Striped cats cooler
But so is mine
And I want to see
What I want to be
And I see me on a touching screen
And I'm dancing to a scream
God spits
On my soul
There's something dead inside my hole
In my hole
In my hole
In my hole
How can something crawl within
My rubber holy baked bean tin
It's god to me, it's god to me
It is heart and soul
Oh, heart and soul

Today I went to my good pal Soerens place to hang out and play on his cordless bass, it isnt a Fender but it is a great bass nevertheless.

We recorded some of my old Martin Hall records from vinyl to CD....I wonder if that is Piracy? copying your own vinyl to CD?? Im tired of changing the speed on my Rega recordplayer all the time....free force structure, Relief, Warfare (with Under For).

A decision was made to record some new stuff, techno cabaret Voltaire style... as I cant play keyboards I am going to play some simple themes, while Soren provides the backing tracks, he is probalbly going to convince me to sing again...

I dont know when we are going to record the stuff, probably never ......who knows...