thejunkyardprocession 02 | Seite 7

Adjust all i mean Extract from My City at a place where i can learn that sound is vibration , by Henry Raby many a modern man , many a scapegoat , messy handwritting seems like my head caved in , in my prime with sad sad plans such sad plans , and thats more like it I am not free or dead , have had a homecoming party , had a fight and i can write , so im mixed up , Take a walk in my city When the sun shines, you’ll always find a space patch of grass, see old bricks cascade in light and with the sound of a busker in the background things can just feel right. Nestled and secure, my city was a city of safe swords and soldiers. It is protected, it’s thick walls a humbling shell. It doesn’t reach too high, just enough to fit into a tourist’s snapshot while the roots sap deep on history. We have maps on display; we pretend not to have mysteries. My city has a lot of growing up to do. They are all going to laugh at you. more paranoid than normal just trying to make friends again and again and again and Oh Blue Sky Thinking i have been through a break up or two Corporate Gobshittery the woman with the tattoo was nothing but sunshine , made me travel Sat Outside the Box and between the lines i cry for the sheep Woah! Coulson and Brooks Cameron looks on sadly no need to question my intentions it goes . if i was santa claus i would be an aspiring sociopath but i am not any of them getting lost and found lost and found lost and found lost and found God loves it if your ugly , give me strength ! , fuck you friend because lovelife saves the day , cashier in a convenience store , asleep on the floor , met a girl with hope , one of a kind "I thought she loved me?" Opportunity Comes round here regularly But not for us two Jeremy's gutted Lewisham Hospital saved Hands off NHS Prices up again It's shareholder ecstacy Eat or heat the choice Dale prudent