Beatnik Affectations Beatnik Affectations In a simple time, demands are simple.. Simple times demand simple answers. And it's quite simple, that simple. But I don't really know... In more complex modes...In different times... All very much alive... Simplicity is judged as such, simply put.
When there's something defined as to not be undefined. And something else undefined so as not to be defined. It's no wonder we look for something else not so very much refined. But maybee maligned. We do look, but we don't find.
If we wait for the second strike, the sudden eruption, the music to start flowing down upon our wounded ears. If we do wait for all of this. We are only waiting forever... We are only screaming. We are only dreaming. We are still waiting forever. Because, just because.
The band opened the set playing a kicking version of Captian Horatio and the steamers....The band, a small band, from a small town, from not so simple understanding, wuz, Noise And All that Screams... All the peeples fell down.... [and no, they couldn't get up, huh huh huh]...
The last moment of this moment, the first moment of the next. Moved quitely onto the stage. It reared its ugly head, and gave vent to centuries of torment. It bellowed from deep pain an awful noise, a miserable emenation. A brutal and despicable and frightful sound. And yes, we cheered. And laughed. And grit teeth with a feeling of supreme delight. That's when the clocks will explode..... [tic tic tic]....