Fast Saloon by Hugh Doolan published on 2012/12/14 14:55:51 +0000 Quite a wild bluesy jam with elec. guitar / harmonica / piano / synth / spoken-vox/ reason drums Was a lot longer so this is an abridged version from about 2 minutes into the original! Spent a lot of time mixing this one - perhaps too long, but hope you like it! spoken word section derived from a poem I wrote called inventive invective here: http://www.poetfreak.com/text/132517/inventive-invective.html Railing falling; saturn spinning; invective churning spider like creatures. couch potato salad fingers melting below the mine and insipid chime of the sock that flits afoot and spits a cigarette butt when perishables freshen like stiff breeze in winter soup and seismic epicurean melodies play down my throat for ever and evening falls and stands like a welly on my face, juxtaposing with sneakers running me down to the level to which I've grown accustomed and when I succumb I will come again to strum like zen on the harp that is shaking in the early tinctures of timorous immersive beings. I crap size in the lake of hope and dribble my paeans to hope and worm thru mud to the nearest barstool and spill invective onto the pavement and go home and leave home and break the art of routine into small parcels lined up on a platform waiting to be taken heftily to the end of the line.