A story I made up to explain some of my dog's behaviour.

One man's music is another man's noise.

Yield to temptation. Surrender to the lord.

So called because most of the percussion originates from the body (voice, finger clicks or just slapping and thumping my body.)

now if you are feeling gone and feeling far yeah i can help you i can light your cigar cause death is a friend we all meet in the end and none ever got away speak for yourself, don't ever let the luster fade maybe you could get a gun, destroy…

I smoke cigarettes made of strawberries I lost my mountain, got my age Strange diseases could have hurt you but I say Everybody likes to gloom to blue sad songs and trust industries that glass is not ghost as they promised us before was sold…

Engineers are arguing with architects and do well for they know their opinion is right and fair Someday you'll turn into a place in a square and the thief with light feet will feel as his neck snaps The sun fell down in its haunted…

he woke up cursing like an unpolite cop on speed spoke in tongues that only monsters thought they knew grabbed his stuff got up early in his dreams he could see the evil in a perfect pair of shoes hey man, the devil is waiting in the clothes…