Lies, night, myrrh—shoe.
Shoe, night, myrrh—glee!
Gleefully, the kooky sounds of Graham Kartna wobble like udders ripe with mead, and to suckle on them, and end up sea-bathing in dreams.
Someone counts their fingers in these situations. Were there five or ten of them? Horse and cart go by…But did the horse have a horse and the cart have a cart?
I’m just a crumpled cow with a crumpled horn. The wind blows mice in my hair. If there is a key there must be a door, and this one, either k-hole or poppadum, is enormous
“The Next Town Over” is one of many attractions on Memory No. 36 Recordings’s ongoing compilation series, Traditions.
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